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