Field Below

i wish i'd see a field below

i wish i'd hear a rooster crow

but there are none who live downtown

and so the day starts out so slow

again the sun was never called (alt. again the call was never made)

and darkness spreads over the snow

like ancient bruises

i'm awake and feel the ache

but i wish i'd see a field below...

i wish i'd see your face below

i wish i'd hear you whispering low

but you don't live downtown no more

and everything must come and go

again the sun was never called

and darkness spreads over the snow

like ancient bruises

i'm awake and feel the ache...

but i wish i'd see a field below...