Lyrics:

Part One
“My eyes are arid and cold on a portrait's insides… I am time-hardened wax and I can see wide. Fungus and frost have fondled my front side and I- Did he wonder and wander in small ages? Did he forget that I died? He’s older and ugly and a beautiful baby… he’s retinal mist. Far away, far away, leaning and twisting, I moan and I list!”
Part Two
“Not flying, not walking, porous like curtains I hang on the dampness of spring! I’ve heard my own scrapings for so many years; I know that something is coming… Not demon, not quickly, gradual breaking glass… my knees will go out from under me! I’ve borne my own weight for so many years; I know that the ground is dissolving. Not under, not behind, not slow and torpid… I’m far away attic-frost free and untangled!”
Part Three
“Didn’t he wonder? I shall surprise him! Did he forget? I shall remind him! Please hold my hand beautiful ugly man! I’ve come untangled but we shall find frost again! Dizzy and turning, you need never walk; I shall carry you, hold you, early and blinded! My son is no burden, I’m ancient with sorrow strength!”