Februrary Songtext
von Gregory Alan Isakov

February comes along again
Now we are rust coloured stones

And I traded all my thoughts in
For an hour of sleep in the snow
And I dreamed up this old middle western sky
That follows me all the days
And I dreamed up this dust on to so shortly moment
Oh but alone

My dancing feet alone


In February we march with
Frozen hands and bones to the doors
And stomp our fate in the doorways cafes, and houses and churches
Today I saw two blue flowers and thought of you
And oh, it made me move

My dancing shoes
My dancing shoes
My dancing feet along
When will they ever fall? I don′t know, no, I don't know
And when will they ever fall? I don′t know