Small mercies, sweet gravesnYou're alone and afraidnYou're bloody and brokennYour mind half derangednnBut you're with the worms now, and they sing:nSmall mercies, sweet gravesnnSmall mercies, sweet gravesnYour skin's turning greynThe dirt's a little warmernDown where you laynnIf you see my lover, just sing:nSmall mercies, sweet gravesnnSmall mercies, sweet gravesnI know we'll never partnCan I crawl inside you?nRest my head on your heartnnAnd with the dust as our chorus, we'll sing:nSmall mercies, sweet graves