Winter Fields
Hurtling through heavy snow
Our hands are cold and the moon sets low
Little sister let your sharp teeth show
Purse, winter fields
Stop the car by the old white post?
Scaredy rabbits make good paper goats (?)
Don't lick the salt off the Sussex coast
And fall into winter fields
(CHORUS)
Rows of white spelled our escape in the old torchlight
Oh Mother, I'm scared to close my eyes
Some winter dreams make you dive and dive and dive
Down
In sub-zero, I can't stand still
Colors of absence flirting the hill
In wonderment, I trip and spill
Through winter fields
Under the stairs taps the metronome
The diver's suit we've all outgrown
I need to get to where the wild things roam
And all of my winter dreams
(CHORUS)