I can sit down and write
The most saddest tunes
And sometimes that's all
That I wanna do

It's easy I'll just sit
On the fence while the paint
Of the bench is going to dry

I laid down a tune
I sang inside the ruins
In a shelter made of leaves
The hunters on my heels

And in the small hours
I start to think about
What we call the world

I'll take my pleasures here
Now I weep and then I'll swear

released on
Corroded Bone

running time

leaves, world, paint