From movement to calm, a call and the music stops
The morning turns old, the air turns cold and harsh within a breath,
within a breath
The air turns cold and gets harder to breathe, to breathe
The beliefs we grew up with failed us too soon
The god whose back you covered didn’t cover yours
There’s brightness and colors, a call and it turns dark
The path that you walked, did you see light or a way to get out, to get out
Did you see light or a decent way to put it out
The beliefs we grew up with failed us too soon
The god whose back you covered didn’t cover yours
The beliefs we grew up with failed us too soon
The god whose words you trusted gave up on you
The shoulders you leaned on, they can’t hold you no more
The lines you inherited, that’s all you have