| This is what I know, | |
| The canopy loss of our home | |
| Is a far cry, while I'm away. | |
| Tethered to finding a rope, | |
| We walk in precarious ways. | |
| And go alone at night | |
| To Misery's bed. | |
| In Misery's bed, we stay. | |
| So far away | |
| Here in the tremble and pulse, | |
| With the rush and the weight of the world. | |
| I am a cannibal, known, | |
| Begging the lashes to break. | |
| You find me awake in a dream, | |
| A scream in the dark, so it seems. | |
| Or is that just how it leaves? | |
| The shadow I cast now the breeze. | |
| So far away | |
| So this is how it goes, | |
| With the loss of our canopy home. | |
| That falls with the leaves from the trees, | |
| As we pass. | |
| And I wasn't there in the last, | |
| But I was surely there from the first. | |
| Here, in my chest where you burst, | |
| I keep the crush | |
| And the weight of the world. | |
| So far away |