Alone, I'll sit with your worry stone   The grass still feathered with snow   I'll ache my chest with your spirit's weight   Travail      And now, with frost in your eyes, you still feel fine   You swear you don't mind the itch all the time   From dawn until dusk, I sleep on the cusp   I rot in the vines      I wait for the day I've sung all my songs away   The day I lift my spirit's weight   The day I've sung all my songs away   The day I drown in my own wake      Alone, you clutch to your worry stone   The pass has filled up with snow   You ache your chest with my spirit's weight   Travail, travail      And now, with nothing but pride, you still keep dry   You shut both your eyes to remember your mind   From dawn until dusk, I sift through the dust   I tumble through time      I wait for the day I've set all my bones to fray   The day I lift my spirit's weight   The day I've sung all my songs away   The day I drown in my own wake