The desperate hog had nearly set the stage The stripping above, the gravel wrinkles with age Home again, and give the flowers a watch The list of deeds will put a mother in charge Reading the hard stars with grief Leaving a sore mind, indeed Humming the whole tones I like Letting the wonder in Leave that grove, the pace And I would become more waste And that hole, no sink, no space, I died I'm alive in the chase The living is hard, the living ninjas in trains The disregarded, the minimal face Emma's in bed, the heaven kissing the ground The tumors rot and shed a little night gown Reading the hard stars with grief Leaving a sore mind, indeed Humming the whole tones I like Letting the wonder in Leave that grove, the pace And I would become more waste And that hole, no sink, no space, I died I'm alive in the chase And it's passing me, passing me, great And it's passing me, passing me, great And it's passing me, passing me, great