Small Mercies, Sweet Graves

Small mercies, sweet graves
You're alone and afraid
You're bloody and broken
Your mind half deranged

But you're with the worms now, and they sing:
Small mercies, sweet graves

Small mercies, sweet graves
Your skin's turning grey
The dirt's a little warmer
Down where you lay

If you see my lover, just sing:
Small mercies, sweet graves

Small mercies, sweet graves
I know we'll never part
Can I crawl inside you?
Rest my head on your heart

And with the dust as our chorus, we'll sing:
Small mercies, sweet graves