Winter Fields - Bat For Lashes

Hurtling through heavy snow, our hands are cold and the moon sets low

Little sister let your sharp teeth show, pass winter fields

Stop the car by the old wire post, skidding rabbits make good paper ghosts

They lick the salt off the coast and fall into winter fields

Rows of White, Spelled out escape in the old torch light

Oh Mother, I’m scared to close my eyes

In some winter dreams will make you dive and dive and dive down

In sub zero I can’t stand still, colors of absence flooding the hill

In wonderment I trip and spill through winter fields

Under the stairs taps the metronome, a diver suit that we’ve all outgrown

I need to get to where all the wild things roam through all of my winter dreams

Rows of white, spelled out escaped in the old torch light

Oh mother, I’m scared to close my eyes

Some winter dreams will make you dive and dive and dive down