You don't roll up the dimes when you're twenty ahead,
you roll up a tenner and use that tube instead and it gets a grip on you, starts to trip on you and rips a piece of you
away.

One day when there's no snow up my nose and who knows that day may come, I will run with the tides wherever they take me or I will die like a sun that has lived far too long.

Though I dream if the gods will allow
I am not dreaming now and the moment is nearing at last where the dues are paid and the die is cast.

My eyes become masts on the ancestral sea
My ancestors waiting on the shoreline for me.
Then it's gone and the moon casts a bright glow, I know that it looks like a line of pure white snow and I know that the day will come.