When all is done and turned to dust And insects nest inside my bones, I see I stagger in a daze outside my tent No time for being alone To bleed The hopeless singing of a round That much we know to do Before we go back underground No easy action Sparks fill the air some nights Crows look for food behind my skin Beneath Try our best to dig it in And keep the cold away, I see That the sky is a vanishing place And then theres nothing to miss No time to get out of the ice No easy action Although all else may turn to dust And insects nest inside my bones, I see I stagger in a daze to find what you meant Where its good to be alone Bleed The hopeless singing of a round Before that vanishing place Before were back underground No easy action https://youtube/watch?v=gvRK5HaB4bk
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 19:24:50 +0000
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