Regina Spektor - Field below

I wish i'd see a field belowi wish i'd hear a rooster crowbut there are none who live downtownand so the day starts out so slowagain the sun was never called (alt. again the call was never made)and darkness spreads over the snowlike ancient bruisesi'm awake and feel the achebut i wish i'd see a field below...I wish i'd see your face belowi wish i'd hear you whispering lowbut you don't live downtown no moreand everything must come and goagain the sun was never calledand darkness spreads over the snowlike ancient bruisesi'm awake and feel the ache...but i wish i'd see a field below...