If i remembered more than just the smell of all these leaves
I'd rip them from my lungs and lay them at your feet
The book would hardly close, you know the binding's too far bent
So thank you, little raven, but I know she's dead
Everything will matter until everything is gone
Somewhere past the Yukon, the wind still says her name
And a forest waits behind it, and rose from where I came
You know it makes me cry and still I have this pond
Thank you, little raven, but I still miss my aunt
But everything will matter until everything is gone
If only you could keep me here but nothing ever will
I'm picking up these leaves and crawling up this hill
Then you'll leave me in the mountains as they slowly fall apart
And the wind, little raven, will lift you from my heart
Everything will matter until everything is gone
Everything will matter until everything is gone
Everything will matter until everything is gone