I want to be a peanut
My life would be much simpler, and
My feelings would be much smaller, but
I would be a peanut

Will you be at my funeral?
I think of it as a lonely place
A daily thought I usually face
Sometimes I look at a friend
And I think to myself
Would they be at my funeral
Would they attend?
It's not a beautiful answer
Not in my head

darkness                   darkness                     darkness

darkness                       darkness
one
                darkness              bright light                   darkness          
        in  the  center        
    shines on us    
darkness             all             darkness

     darkness                  darkness                       darkness

Thank you, February
You are the slight cold before spring
Just temporary
Foggy air silently flowing under a wing
Of the following months, you are a real legionary

Thank you, February
You are the soft entry into the year
For a soft assent, you are tributary
You are the air, the feeling, and the cold frontier
With you as the dignitary, we have nothing to fear

I've found you, runnning everywhere
in my bloodstream
I've found you, to be the power source
for my heartbeat
I've found you, to be the essential part
in a perfect dream