Field of Snow - Tall Heights

It’s that quiet kind of failure

It’s a trickle down the drain

It’s your confidence that’s slipping

And it’s driving you insane

Wishing for some leverage

Than of making an appeal

For a little more insisting

I bet that’s how most people feel

Have you woken to a field of snow?

It’s a slow-motion disaster

But it’s nothing you can hear

It robbed you of your sightline

And it only brought you tears

Said a man my father’s age

He was lucky to be there

At the end of working days

So our troubles weren’t his cares

Have you woken to a field of snow?

Looking up into a colder blue

It’s that quiet kind of failure

But it’s nothing you can hear

When you say that you’re on empty

I know that it’s sincere

There’s a sign outside your house now

Though you’ve been here all these years

They come to change your locks out

But you’ve been here all these years

You’ve been here all these years

You’ve been here all these years

Been here all these years

Been here all these years

I see the difference now

Looking up into a colder blue

I see the difference now

Like I’ve woken to a field of snow