I was stuck in the ground
Trying to cover my eyes.
Trying to move all this light.
I spent all night
Trying to remember your face.
Like trying to get blood from a stone.
But there was nothing to save.
And no one to lie to.
And I watched as the bone dust hung in the sky.
Like a dim flock of endless prayers.
And I spent my days out chasing the wind.
Trying to turn gold from your hair.
But there was nothing to save
In the flux and decay
Of the changing winds.
