Flowers of The Field

The darkness The cold mines knew it best When the daylight headed west And disappeared Progression On the morning goes But regardless 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 slowly sleeping on the ground And I’ll be your escort in a sad waltz Around the room I’ll twirl you all around Without a sound The snowfall The Great Lakes know it best When the summers travel west And disappear Like dry ice The snowcaps on the hills 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 are slowly sleeping on the ground And 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 And We’re skipping meals Because it feels that bad If we survive, we’ll stay alive Below the ceiling Of new atmospheres and brighter years That we’ll have