Month In Passing Lyrics - Yellow Second

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 friend