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