Sharpen your knife upon the stone Cover me up before you go So delicate the orchids grow Buried under melted snow So I call out your name and let it die slow I pray that the rain will wash me up So obvious I can't let go Carried in the ebb and flow So cover up the well and leave A gift to summon the spring Imitation of a perfect soul I shine a light into a thousand eyes All watching, waiting Echoes flow, deafening Calling up, bury me