Isolation Years Follow

There's a picture in the hallway
Of tired and weary men
Who stepped on tiny flowers as they went

Through the bushes through the green
Through buttercups and grass

And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
Green on white

There's no picture in the hallway
But it's written in your face
Saying it's the final days of a weird weird fall

So let's repeat ourselves
And do it all again

I was searching for that feeling
That you get from going out
That you get from standing outside all alone

Thinking of the things
That are passed you now
But still place a shadow on your everyday

And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
Green on white

And a natural law is working
With a raging fierceful pace
It's an anti-gravitation thing at hand

And it's sending us away
From each other ones again
Leaving wider gaps than what was before