Fill the hollow of my chest with ashes and stone
My chaliced hands with sweat and pictures of home
The tooth that tear my lips seems so far away
The logic of sinking ships
I think I'll stay
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
When the bones have cracked
And the flesh and fat
Has all been torn away
I'm on my way
I filled up my books
With a babble of names
Tear out my tongue
So they all sound the same
My fingerless hands make it hard to write
Curse my eyes with the cancer of sight
And Know
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
When the bones have cracked
And the flesh and fat
Has all been torn away
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

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