Burn Pile in Moving Mountains

Well I'm learning to make,
This a permanent feeling.
I guess this
Is how the living start
Learning about dying.
And this knot is interior,
In this house and in these bones.

But who am I to say?
I miss you all the same
And the blood in your veins.
The earth and the debris that I haul,
Feel the weight of it all

I swear it away.
You'll remember me.
I swore it away.
You'll remember me.
Walk it out to the burn pile.
All the debris I haul,
Feel the weight of it all.
You'll remember me.

But who am I to say?
The blood of our youth
Is the blood in our veins.
The earth and the debris that I haul,
Feel the weight of it all.
Well I swear it away.