In Bloom - Lung, Paper Aeroplanes

Bury me in winter when

Days are dressed in silver, to remain

Till it is warm again

And hide me from the shadows

Great thoughts and broken arrows

Till the day

Day it is cold again

Bury me in winter when

Days are dressed in silver, to remain

Till it is warm again

And hide me from the shadows

Great thoughts and broken arrows

Till the day

Day it is cold again

Take route, find your feet

Make space in

And ideas trickle around

In bloom is where you will be found

My thoughts flicker on

Seasons march on and on and on

And ideas trickle down

In bloom is where you will be found

Bury me in winter when

Days are dressed in silver, to remain

Till it is warm again

And hide me from the shadows

Great thoughts and broken arrows

Till the day

Day it is cold again