Flowers of the Field

The darkness, the coal 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 blindI'll be the flowers 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

I'll twirl you all around without a soundThe 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 coldI'll be the flowers 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

I'll twirl you all around without a sound