Here is the darkest place I know
You found in your eyes a home
And then you go


Come up here to my face
Into wars we race

Eat up the haste
I am poor for the lord
My age is lead and sore

Sit beneath my jaw

There! My prints in the snow

The wind and me alone
And then you go


And within it your embrace
Long given away the chase
Away flees grace


And then you go