When the Paint Grows Darker Still

I am just a weary singer
 Moving through this world of ills
 Hark the choir of predecessors
 When the paint grows darker still
 Once I found a golden trumpet
 In the mash of an old landfill
 Now I play for the spirits
 When the paint grows darker still
 Winter waited in my garden
 When the sun did refuse to shine
 Honeybees all in a slumber
 Skies filled up the sea
 Falling down on me
 Winter waited in my garden
 When the sun did refuse to shine
 Honeybees are in a slumber
 Skies filled up the sea
 Falling down on me
 See his eyes turn to stained glass
 Head to toe in a black roadkill
 Here I am for your judgement
 When the paint grows darker still