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 skies 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 it's 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