I'll hide what's hid But tell me why Tell me why again Tell me Signs on my skin Plying lines Where your hands have been Scribing me So tell me what it's for Why the wilds want you, riverborn All our bodies shorn But the dust adorns you, ever more I scried within A bottled wine My mottled, witherin' Body-- Pines on the brim And in time The storms will snow us in But believe-- And believe-- That i know what it's for Why the waters mourn you, riverborn Both our bodies formed From the dust that haunts you, ever more Just tell me what it's for What the wines afford you, riverborn All my solace torn That i may never know your winter's morn