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