When it's warm
And you're wasting away
When it's cold
And you feel okay
Won't you come down with me
To the bottom of everything
I won't ask about you
At the bottom of everything
I will call to my crow
And see in its eyes
I wasn't made for your love
Nor made for this life
Nor common sense pain
Getting softer with age
I can't see it in myself
This life was a waste