This my excavation, today is Kumran，
Everything that happens is from now on，
This is pouring rain，this is paralyzed，
I keep throwing it down two hundred at a time，
It's hard to find it when you knew it，
When your money's gone，and you're drunk as hell，
On your back with your racks as the stacks your load，
In the back the racks and the stacks are your load，
In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load，
And the fountain in the front yard is rusted out，
I've been twisting to the sun,
All my love was down，In a frozen ground，
There's a black crow sitting across from me，
And his wiry legs are crossed，
And he's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss，
Whatever could it be，that has brought me to this loss
On your back with your racks as the stacks your load，
In the back the racks and the stacks are your load，
In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load，
This is not the sound of a new man or a crispy realization，
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away，
Your love will be，safe with me