Wake (Annuals)

Alone, I'll sit with your worry stone The grass still feathered with snow I'll ache my chest with your spirit's weight Travail And now, with frost in your eyes, you still feel fine You swear you don't mind the itch all the time From dawn until dusk, I sleep on the cusp I rot in the vines I wait for the day I've sung all my songs away The day I lift my spirit's weight The day I've sung all my songs away The day I drown in my own wake Alone, you clutch to your worry stone The pass has filled up with snow You ache your chest with my spirit's weight Travail, travail And now, with nothing but pride, you still keep dry You shut both your eyes to remember your mind From dawn until dusk, I sift through the dust I tumble through time I wait for the day I've set all my bones to fray The day I lift my spirit's weight The day I've sung all my songs away The day I drown in my own wake