Rest from The Wickies by The Wickies

Why does the sky start to shift?
There's been a change of plans with what's been left.
I can't hold up the sun.
The plants have to find their own way on.

Build me a coffin so I can lay down to rest.
The vultures will come.
And pick my skin to shreds.
Why would you leave me here in the snow?
I've grown so old.
My poor dying bone.

Leaves start to fall right off my branch.
I'll try my best to hold on to what's left.
I can't seem to handle the seasons change.
It's too much for me to handle,in my last day.

Build me a coffin so I can lay down to rest.
The vultures will come and pick my skin to shred.
Why would you leave me here in the snow?
I've grown so old.
My poor dying bone.

Piles on piles of something that I cannot see.
Cover all the grass below me.
Help me find the rhythm in my feet.
The sand is but a gray between me.

Build me a coffin so I can lay down to rest.
The vultures will come and pick my skin to shreds.
Why would you leave me here in the snow?
I've gone so old.
My poor dying bones.

• Folk
• indie rock
• Portland