Winter Fields

Hurtling through heavy snow Our hands are cold and the moon sets low Little sister let your sharp teeth show Past winter fields Stop the car by the old wire post Scaredy rabbits make good paper ghosts That lick the salT of the Sussex coast And fall into winter fields Rows of white Spelled our escape in the old torch light Oh Mother, I'm scared to close my eyes Some winter dreams make you dive and dive and dive down... In sub zero I can't stand still Colours of absence flooding the hill In wonderment I trip and spill Through winter fields Under the stairs taṗs the metronome The diver's suit that we've all outgrown I need to get to where the wild things roam Through all of my winter dreams Rows of white Spelled our escape in the old torch light Oh Mother, I'm scared to close my eyes Some winter dreams make you dive and dive and dive down...