Field Below

I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd hear a rooster crow But there are none who live downtown And so the day starts out so slow Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow Like ancient bruises I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see your face below I wish I'd hear you whispering low But you don't live downtown no more And everything must come and go Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow Like ancient bruises I'm awake and feel the ache I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below But I wish I'd see a field below I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below --- Field Below - Regina Spektor