Cover Your Tracks - Young Galaxy

Blood sun winter, shut my eyes

The end has come and gone

Witness to humanity

And how it was undone

I’ve always said I’d have it all

If I could be unborn

I’d rather be a wild bird

And I’d rather be a thorn

Black sky cloaks the mountainside

A land beyond our lands

I’m witness to and witnessing

And how it plays now hand

I’ve always said I’d trade it all

For places unadorned

My mind is calm and animal

And sharp and reborn

Throw away your letters and numbers

And make sure to cover your tracks

Throw away your desires and treasures

And make sure you burn all the maps

Throw away your letters and numbers

And make sure to cover your tracks

Throw away your desires and treasures

And make sure your burn all the maps