Текст песни Month In Passing

my friend the flower taking flight on end of any open field alight tell me the shadows standing still miss me just say that you will a month in passing never noticed you a month of passing time in solitude while at the base of yet another day, it's ok another month is standing in the way my friend like a needle stick your stem the skin of mother earth to prick it bleeds the blood of second thought indeed, regret slows the clot a silver start, a solitary dime could take apart, disarm this with a minute of your time, my frien