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 there's 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 it's good to be alone 

Bleed 

The hopeless singing of a round 

Before that vanishing place 

Before we're back underground 

No easy action