When the dust settles

Who will I be?

Did my time rolling in nettle

Then I breached

I pulled back but the bow snapped

And the shaft rattled underneath the clouds

So what am I supposed to do now?

After all these years I’ve learned

How to set my hand in the flame

And keep a straight face

Yeah it’s been my place

But it ain’t my home

I’ve yet to see that place

Until I do

I’ll drink my venom

I’ll boil in my stew

I’ll dig my claws into myself

If I can’t dig ‘em into something nеw

And I’ll dream of a home

That I’ve yеt to see

True as the arrow

Free as the sky

Simple as air

Bold as fire

Devote over despair

Despair under I

Eye on the arrow

And the arrow flies

(Hold on)

Whereas before

I set the outcome

Now I only set I

Come what may

And that must not change

When patulous dark clouds

Challenge our raised brow

Hold that ground

Hold on

After all these years I’ve learned

How to set my hand in the flame

And keep a straight face

Yeah it’s been my place

But it ain’t my home

I’ve yet to see that place

Until I do

I’ll drink my venom

I’ll boil in my stew

I’ll dig my claws into myself

If I can’t dig ‘em into something new

And I’ll dream of a home

That I’ve yet to see

When I reach my grave

At least I can say

That I held on

To my name

And for now

If my name

Is no more than a cord

Through the fog

That’s enough

To hold on