[Verse 1] Outside the window, on the field, a combine’s grinding low, Cauliflowers roll on the belt like ghosts in a row. Each severed head disappears in the trailer’s shadowed side, Only silence on the ground, yellowed leaves spread wide. [break] [Chorus] Cauliflowers are like human brains – soft and still, Dreams they once held now faint, fade and spill Each one has a thought no one will hear, Torn from the field, lost in autumn’s quiet sphere. [Verse 2] Mechanical hands gather the last of the yield, Beyond the horizon, the sun bleeds red over the field. Emptiness on the land, like hearts where hope has gone, Each cauliflower a memory, fading on and on. [break] [Chorus] Cauliflowers are like human brains – soft and still, Dreams they once held now faint, fade and spill Each one has a thought no one will ever hear, Torn from the field, lost in autumn’s quiet sphere. [Verse 3] Night falls softly, fog creeps into the furrowed lines, No cauliflowers left; just an empty world in signs. The combine rests, trailer standing in the dirt alone, And the wind hums a song of sorrow, carved in stone. [break] [Chorus] Cauliflowers are like human brains – soft and still, Dreams they once held now faint and shrill. Each one is a thought no one will ever hear, Torn from the field, lost in autumn’s quiet sphere. [Verse 4] And like them, we also slowly pass away, In the mud of fall, thoughts abandoned in dismay. Cauliflowers in silence, we in fleeting dreams, Everything the same, as the lonely world redeems. [break] [Chorus] Cauliflowers like human brains – soft, empty and still, Dreams they once held now faint, fade and spill Each one has a thought no one will ever hear, Torn from the field, lost in autumn’s quiet sphere.
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