The darkness, the coal mines it best When the daylight headed west and disappeared Progression, on the morning But regardless no one knows the day has cleared Oh we are blind
I’ll be the flowers of the field that slowly While you are soundly sleeping 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 great lakes know it best When the summers travel west and disappear dry ice, the snowcaps on the hills Melt like 50 dollar bills of our year Oh we are cold
I’ll be the flowers of the 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 this dizzy feeling We’re skipping meals because it feels that bad If we survive stay alive below the ceiling Of new atmospheres and brighter years that we’ll have