In the hollow where the wild things grow
I heard your footsteps soft on snow
The bear, the bear, with amber eyes
Watching clouds swallow the skies
You taught me how to hold the dark
To love the teeth, to wear the mark
Of something ancient, something free
That walks between the root and tree
When winter takes my final breath
I’ll seek your warmth, I’ll seek your death
And in that cave of bone and stone
I’ll finally find my way back home