School Books - Fields

Theres a sharp frost at night

Should i take this outside

Oh, but i won’t get caught

Break the frost on the door

Schooboks float

On a river side

Like leaves they choose

To curl up and die

Fields from a faded dream

Figures that won’t stay still

Ride across frozen streams

Stifle their whispering

Schoolbooks float

On a river side

Like leaves they choose

To curl up and die

Schoobooks float

On a river side

Like leaves they choose

To curl up and die

Schoolbooks float

On a river side

Like leaves they choose

To curl up and die