Winter Fields

Hurtling through heavy snow

Our hands our cold and the moon sets low

Little sister, let your sharp teeth show

Past winter fields

Stop the car by the old wire post

Scaredy rabbits make good paper ghosts

But let me salt out the Sussex coast

And fall into winter fields

Rows of white

Spelled our escape

In the old torch light

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 flooding the hill

I wonderment I trip and spill

Through winter fields

Under the stairs taps the metronome

The diver's suit that we've all outgrown

I need to get to where the wild things roam

Through all of my winter dreams

Rows of white

Spelled our escape

In the old torch light

Oh, Mother, I'm scared to close my eyes

Some winter dreams

Make you dive and dive and dive down