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