Growing tired, barely walking    Walking over this sweet grave    Winds grew bolder, bruised my shoulder    Not much left to say       Sweet and spare now, holy sparrow    Singing softly outside    When it's colder, we'll feel older    Not much left to hide       Chorus:    We are breathing, we are seething    We are hardly underway    We have high hopes like the old popes    Even St. Peter's bones decay       In the old times, we made up rhymes    To sing ourselves to sleep at night    It was wild means, singing horse dreams    Did nothing wrong and nothing right       Chorus       Making wishes like wine    Losing sleep and losing time    Maybe silver or green    The world alive, the world unseen       Chorus