No Easy Action

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 bleedThe hopeless singing of a round

That much we know to do

Before we go back underground

No easy actionSparks 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 seeThat the sky is a vanishing place

And then there's nothing to miss

No time to get out of the ice

No easy actionAlthough 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, bleedThe hopeless singing of a round

Before that vanishing place

Before we're back underground

No easy action