The southern cross provides Then buries them alive underfoot The frozen days at fall The burdening weight at work Belief in the cause The light in august hides The distance in our lives Weathered through the night To carry what is mine The wash of screendor haze As autumn fades away to frost The valley floor goes pale The last of harvest baile In wait for cold The light in august hides The distance in our lives Weathered through the night To carry what is mine