A basket of eggs may you count your days
I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way
Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root
One day I swear they will not miss
Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt
Look, there goes another one now
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil
A basket of eggs, may you count your days
Sure you want to go walking on a night like this?
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain
Dare you carve a face in that virtue food?
But when you awake, you're in another land
I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath
I can tell what you're thinking, I see it everyday
In fields of green rolling on endlessly
You find a fallen nest where there is no tree
You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself
