we’re dying and I begin
make my mark over the valley
blow your nose
bury the dead and sing
we’re singing
every rainbow and ditch
every corpse and sparrow
the crow is following us
giving us directions
“it’s over the river, and then south”

we’re dying and I begin
make my mark over the valley
blow your nose
bury the dead and sing
we’re singing
every rainbow and ditch
every corpse and sparrow
the crow is following us
giving us directions
“it’s over the river, and then south”