Ice Grass Underpass

The winter visit to the Ice Grass Underpass You told me it would do me good Divine motion in the long and in the cut grass Was just too easily misunderstood Anyway, I’ve been hoarding my coal so long The winter turned to spring Brother says now my life has ended That I might just spend it looking out for things Whereas Usually, I try to find where the fabric Runs from lofty patterns into squalid seams But with Nothing left but this life ungiven It’s the life I’m living It’s a selfish dream The winter visit to the Ice Grass Underpass You told me it would do me good Divinе motion in the long and in the cut grass Was just too easily misundеrstood