A dry stone, no sound of water I'm coming home through the wasteland And I am searching for that memory Among the trams and the dusty trees There it is: My first memory When you were young, as young as I am now Were you humming on some melody? That you then planted deep in me? Pigeons circling the mall Forever rest the months you never called Soon this fog will turn to night But i'll try to trust the stubborn daylight With all their loss enunciated They're holding on to whatever they can While I'm holding on to your memory It's somehow planted deep in me All those words I could use Forever rest the life you didn't choose And when all these towers fall Forever rest your work in the drywall Now I walk out into the night Forever with your name next to mine Oh, what do I do now, What will I do now? Snowy crests, the trees are tall Forever rest the paths your feet walked And when all these towers fall Forever rest your work in the drywall Forever rest the shaking in your legs Forever rest your bones in the muskeg Forever rest the stubborn daylight Forever rest the fog in the dark night Forever rest the words I could have used Forever rest the life you didn't choose Forever rest the hoarfrost on the trees Forever rest your memory in me