Bygons are memories of doomsday’s loss-
Earthly shades of lime-green moss
For ever now will be too late
To make this right so we cherish our fate

Chorus:
Bounty has claimed our soul and providence  
Sing together boys, for we are now prophetless
If the reaper comes for our bodies tonight
Let him know our sins to make them right

Grand theft from Noah’s arc
And barren scapes of shadows dark
Empty horizons on the road we take
Fire away, since to laugh is to break

We’ve made gypsies out of our women
Taken the world they were given
Under their eyes the circles grow dark
Their shoulders are heavy and skin like chalk