Go, cover your tracks in the snow
Time is slow
My hands are empty

Go home
Years concrete and cold
They stared me down

Avoid town
Hollow and empty
And falling down


Oh, we searched all night
For a piece of bread

And when it comes
Give it to the birds instead


Today he was here
Holding my arms
All's not lost

Your head's not empty
Come home
Oh we searched all night

For a piece of bread
And then when it comes
Give it to the birds instead