Little gray things hung weakly within trust   And understanding have let me down again   Surrendered, "oh, you blackness, I'll unfold my arms   And then you can take all of this."   The ocean of love is salted with misfortune   The quilt of content, sewn with humanness   I'd say this air were empty, and that'd sound so sad   But this air is huge and wide, and filled with engravings   Floating like ash   Sad reminders spread far and wide   So I can never breathe again without remembering   Little gray things lapping jerkily down at me   Divide trust and understanding   God, let there be something somewhere