Tundra - Tilt
This ground is too hard to break
It ruined a pick and a spade
Frozen and solid as a rock
My hands are numb with the shock
I am prepared for the dirty work
I've grovelled for years in the bloody dirt
I have all the tools that I need
And now I admit my defeat
What will it take to cleave this earth
Break this ground
It's got to break
What will it take to cleave this earth
I cannot wait
'Til spring
My cargo is still half alive
They twine 'round each other and cry
They beg me to finish the task
Will I inter them at last
I glare at the place
I'd make a grave
I carry the shame it would contain
But thinking cannot rend a hole
Too tired to stave off the cold
What will it take to cleave this earth
Break this ground
It's got to break
What will it take to cleave this earth
I cannot wait
What will it take to cleave this earth
Break the ground
It's got to break
What will it take to cleave this earth
I cannot wait
I cannot
What will it take to cleave this earth
Break this ground
It's got to break
What will it take to cleave this earth
I cannot wait
'Til spring
