| Bound to kneel. |
| Bound to go awry
|
| Condemned to argue until we die
|
| Bound to feel something more than I
|
| Pulled through stumbling
|
| Can’t you find your way gone?
|
| Thought the bough was able
|
| Thought the height was scale, and the vertigo’s draw
|
| Would show clemency, not scorn. |
| Plunging comatose
|
| Lost in those dull words
|
| Bound to feel something more than I
|
| Now we kneel in the breaking light
|
| Respite is fleeting and loss is ours
|
| Let go, now it’s time we fell
|
| Don’t you walk away. |
| Don’t you walk through a thousand changes
|
| Though the alchemy burns me. |
| I can’t save you, but I would argue
|
| The morass that we’re swimming in won’t let us catch our breath again
|
| And now we’re sunk
|
| The tide that we’re drowning in rises past our eyes again and now we’re sunk
|
| Don’t you walk without stones. |
| A lift without a load to pull you over
|
| Don’t you climb without a hold. |
| Don’t you let go
|
| Can’t you see your days encumbered?
|
| The vast is made of parts
|
| The scope just dots, and we all move the path we’ve drawn
|
| But mine… to walk it is an art, defined by the strong
|
| But I’m unclear this day |