To Build a Fire Pt. 3: Recluse by Jakethehawk Lyrics

The walls in life are curling in starlight
My mortar and whicker
And timber and solder
My times are strange and feeble
They crumble
Now, what to do?

I'll wander off and strip in the shadows
I'll rise in the rain and drink from the river
I'll feel foreign in the woodland in silence
... and nary a soul shall tell my tale