The darkness, the mines knew 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 sleeping on the ground And I’ll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room I’ll twirl you all around a sound
The snowfall, the great lakes know it best the summers travel west and disappear Like dry ice, the on the hills Melt like 50 dollar bills of our new year Oh we are cold
I’ll be the 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
We’re trying hard to alleviate this dizzy feeling We’re skipping because it that bad If we survive we’ll stay alive below the ceiling Of new atmospheres and brighter years that we’ll have