It’s crystal clear it’s winter
Crystal clear the hinterland moans
As the face of autumn’s chipped away
The cemeteries call
Like that statue in the hall
Whose eyes are always watching me

It’s crystal clear air frozen
Crystal clear supposing the ground
Never gave its way to grass again
No hibernation’s end
Aphonic winds suspend
A dreamless sleep on everything

Every time your ghost stops haunting me
My house grows cold
I’m in my own Mandalay
But it feels good

It’s crystal clear, the stillness
Crystal clear is an illness
But the cure is so much worse than the disease
And the cemeteries call
For summer, spring and fall
They dress for bed and kill the lights