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