The darkness, the coal mines knew it best When the daylight headed west disappeared Progression, on the morning goes But no one knows the day has 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 twirl you all without a sound
The snowfall, the great lakes know it best When the summers travel west and disappear dry ice, the snowcaps on the Melt like 50 dollar bills of our new year Oh we are cold
I’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom While you soundly sleeping on the ground And I’ll be escort in 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 that bad If we survive we’ll stay alive below the ceiling Of new atmospheres and brighter years that we’ll have