The quail can't fly It falls out of the sky Its wings have fallen out Its wings have fallen out The quail can't swim The vision's going dim Its eyes have fallen out Its eyes have fallen out The sprouts can't grow They thought about the snow That covered up their veins And shadowed all the rain The sprouts, they know It is their time to go It's not snow It's not snow It's not snow anymore The calls come from the carpal tunnel in the chains The door won't close because the locks are made of veins Don't fly off north, you know that's not to be Injuring the further into history Where did the brethren all fall to their knees? Fall to their knees? Fall to their knees? The sprouts can't grow (it's not snow, it's not snow) They thought about the snow (it's not snow, anymore) That covered up their veins (it's not snow, it's not snow) And shadowed all the rain (it's not snow, anymore) The sprouts, they know (it's not snow, it's not snow) It is their time to go (it's not snow, anymore) As the ashes all fall (it's not snow) On the graves of the passers-by (it's not snow) It's not a trial to deny! (It's not snow, anymore) That the quail can't fly The quail can't fly And then they'll die