The darkness, the coal mines knew it best When the daylight headed west disappeared Progression, on the morning But regardless no one knows the day has cleared Oh we are blind
I’ll be flowers of the field that slowly bloom While you are soundly sleeping on the ground And I’ll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room twirl you all around without a sound
The snowfall, the great lakes know it best When summers travel west and disappear Like dry ice, the snowcaps on the hills Melt like 50 dollar bills of our new year we are
I’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom While you are soundly sleeping on the ground And I’ll be your escort a sad waltz around the room I’ll twirl you all around without a sound
trying hard to alleviate this dizzy feeling We’re skipping meals because it feels that bad If we we’ll stay alive below the ceiling Of new atmospheres and brighter years that we’ll have