Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams,
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams,
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind,
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me,
It’s getting dark darling, too dark to see,
And I’m on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems.

I begged you to hear me, there’s more than flesh and bones,
Let the dead bury their dead, they will come out in droves,
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes, you’ve made.