On The Occasion Of Wet Snow

There's a choir always
Softly scream
They will just send praises
Of humanity
Any shortcoming lighting more
The sky and fields
Brought me feeling and him his master all
He thought it special
My feelings rose in circles
No longer need
A regret
A cure
Slip knot flat footed come again
Lift like that clip its off and in
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies
Write down the flames of feather part
Just what she warned but never said
They're sleeping sound and far away
To the constant Christmas lights
There were low supplies
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies
Oh, I was sleeping on a train
It's a difference I can see
They're sleeping sound and far away
No longer need
A regret
A cure
Hey, hey, hey