Cold Cave

I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
Just because I stepped on a rake once,
Trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower

Oh, you,
Oh, me,

I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
Just because I stepped on a rake once,
Trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower

I see decay, in the coming days.

I don't know why
I keep my nose in the dead dirt,
Just because I stepped on a rake once,
Trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower

Oh, you,
Oh, me.