sometimes i think i'll die by my self alone
set stone change to a faded pigment tone
uncover my archaic aged bones
for when you find me know i died alone
sometimes i'll be forever mute
the robber stole but i couldn't yell "HE HAS THE LOOT!"
my voice is buried at the bottom of this chute
one day i will sing
one day
two days
three and counting
the days i miss you
my miss you are
my mountain
and cry me a river
so i'll swim in it until morning
for you i'll forever swim alone