Comfort inside leads a train of thoughts
sphere of colored rays, distracting the growth
comfort in her eyes leaves me in my past
sunflower melts the ice, guitar pick in my hand
rotten tree is dust, golden yet unreal
luck beats in my heart, stolen, but it heals
guilt is on it's wings
ornaments made of snow
shiverin' seasons entwine for just one goal

I see her
lady in the flowers
I'll join her
in those fields
I know I'm not alone
I'll pick my stone
carry it home
till the woods eat my soul