(That pond wasn't really frozen. It just looked so cold and felt so blue.)

Two crows
On a slow decay
They don’t leave the fence
And it's been a while since really anything's made sense

And I’m sorry that sometimes I can be so distant

And I can see the reflection of your hands
Your strong, pretty hands
Molding my mind again
Giving me hope
That maybe we won't end up like most

And the cows watch on
As they chew the same old grass they've been chewing for a while
And as the grass becomes food
And the food becomes dirt
From the dirt
Something new