There's a moon rising above
A sky painted with doves
Our birds must be free
Our souls must be free

Soon I'll be gone
Soon I'll be dead
Almost gone
Almost dead

But the sky will remain in its space
Like some sacred place
Day after day
Yes, I'm fading away
Deep in the haze
Digging my grave
Digging my grave
Digging my grave
Digging my grave

But the sky will remain in its space
Like some sacred place
Day after day
Yes, I'm fading away
Deep in the haze
Digging my grave
Digging my grave