The shape's still melding to the stone
Looking down at scattered bones
I used to keep a sander on
Till they sprout of stone
I wouldn't drink a bite of this tear if any
Fluffin' at the aftermath
Slowly you're at a cold night's escape
We won't be here if I'm around
We won't be here if I'm around
That is what you'll see, what anyone wants to be
That is what you'll see
