We talk of miracles, of undelivered letters written years ago
Of many things, that are dear to me
The mighty happenings

I can only be a canvas
You, a golden light reflected all around us
But I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted

There's never been a cloud in the sky for you
Without this what will I do?
And I know soon you'll go and all will pass you, earth or ash
You, earth or ash
You, earth or ash
You, earth or ash

I asked to hear of your garden, to take each
Of my limbs and gently plant them
Till I can grow again, till I contort and bend and flower anew

And I know soon you'll go and all will pass you, earth or ash
You, earth or ash
You, earth or ash

And I know soon you'll go and all will pass you, earth or ash
You, earth or ash
You, earth or ash
You, earth or ash
You, earth or ash