Pale Song

A shawl and a fire

A fire and a cave

The night has many fingers

The night cannot be traced

The past is like a sign

A sign that never talks

A sign you think you've lived

But it's just stone with a little chalk

Pale and out, thinking how

I could be there, but here now

Cry it loud, silent boy

All you've been a lazy ploy

Seven in the ground

I put them there myself

Well, soil holds a mouth

Momma, I'll join them in my mound

And the day is likely 'round

So don't reach for the sun

Yeah, you might like getting hot

But you won't like getting spun

Pale and out, thinking how

I could be there, but here now

Cry it loud, silent boy

All you've been a lazy ploy

Give it up, piling high

Crying crowds with weathered eyes

Cut them down, you see them there

And you're a scythe with little care