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)