Minerals formed by the rain
Whispers echo deep inside the cave
On an ice moon where all our fathers’ live
We’ll go there to find some rest

I spent most of my life
Wandering in the wasted hours
I spent most of my life
Wandering in the wasted hours

Storm clouds gather around our heads
Black birds circle waiting to be fed
I’ll build a house on these dark shores
Past lives won’t bother anymore

They won’t find me here
(I spent most of my life, wandering in the wasted hours)