On a hilll, through the trees, there’s a home for me / sickle moon, sick old me / there’s a hole and deep is its reach / in a box, in a suit there’s the rock where I’ll root / I’ll sleep happily in my new neighbourhood tonight / row by row, stone by stone / I’ll sleep happily here tonight / on a hill, through the trees, there’s a home for me / sickle moon, sick old me / the front page of the end times will read / here lies a lion / here lies a lamb / bone-thin, dog-eared but I’m new here / won’t show me around?