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