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