I don't know why    I keep my nose in the dead dirt,    just because I stepped on a rake once,    trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower      Oh, you,    Oh, me,      I don't know why    I keep my nose in the dead dirt,    just because I stepped on a rake once,    trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower      I see decay, in the coming days.      I don't know why    I keep my nose in the dead dirt,    just because I stepped on a rake once,    trying to smell the infinite field of sunflower      Oh, you,   Oh, me.