Gregory Alan Isakov - February lyrics

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 western sky that follows me all the days. And I dreamed up this dust???? My dancing feet alone. February we march with frozen hands and bones to the door and stomp our fate in 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 dance feet along.. When will we ever fall? I don't know. No, I don't know. And when will they ever fall? I don't know.