I woke up this morning and
I went back to bed
Ten dead
Ten dead
Now there are ten dead

Turn on the radio
This is what they said
No more
No more
No more than ten dead

Stacking stones
And strands of light
I feel
A little bit home
Most of me is out of sight
Hollow honeycomb

I´m tired when the day breaks
I´m tired when the day ends
Righteous
Righteous

The way my life will bend
The way my attention bends
The way that my knee bends
A scratch on the cheek
A father to fight
I was too weak
Too cold
Mostly night I was
Mostly night
Not enough light to hold

Up over the mountains
Down beside
The sea
Ten more
Eleven more
What´s one more to me?

I woke up this morning and
I went back to bed
Ten dead
Ten dead
Now there are ten dead