Tend to yourself
And I'll take care of the rest
And bury
What I thought
Buy myself some more time
Changing late at night
And for the first time
Find it nice
Can't tell what it is
Can't tell what is or
Why it works
To start it at the ground
How it hurts
To sit and wait around
When the shortest day of winter
Turns to night
If you find your patience yielding
Come what may
Inside yourself
Wade in the tall grass
That binds you to the earth
Look with the eye
Of the heart
Blooming late at night
And for the first time
Find it nice
Can't tell what it is"