Bat for Lashes � Winter Fields
Hurtling through heavy snow
Our hands are cold and the moon sets low
Little sister let your sharp teeth show
Pass winter fields

Stop the car by the old wire post
Skitty rabbits make good paper ghosts
But let me salt of the Sussex coast
And fall into winter fields

Rose out in whites,

Spelled our escape in the old torch lights

Oh mother, I’m scared to close my eyes

Some winter dreams
make you dive and dive, and dive down

In sub-zero, I can’t stand still
Colors of absence flooding the hill
And when I mount I trick
and spill through winter fields

Under the stairs taṗs the metronome
The diver suit that we’ve all outgrown
I need to get to where the wild things roam
Through all of my winter dreams

Rose of white,

Spelled our escape in the old torch light

Oh mother, I’m scared to close my eyes

Some winter dreams make you dive and dive
and dive down