Married young to a need to be alone
A sword unswung, a fear of ringing telephones
Chained to a wall, a runner who has learned to crawl
The winner is the last of all.
Carried like song to an unwelcoming cave
A word unloved sticks in your throat like it's your slave
Tamed to a fault, a bird that taught itself to fall
The winter is the first of all.
Tied like courage to the mast
But losing to an undead past
Tired, discouraged by the act
Of choosing the bruised old path.
Bandage on, no need for glory put to song
A God undone, broken like clouds beat by the sun
Named to be called, a shadow meeting with the wall
The window is the mirror's pall.
Tied like courage to the mast
But losing to an undead past
Tired, discouraged by the act
Of choosing the bruised old path.
Hey, wake your heart up
It's dying to start trying
Hey, wake your heart up
It's dying to start trying.
Tied like courage to the mast
But losing to an undead past
Tired, discouraged by the act
Of choosing the bruised old path.
Hey, wake your heart up
It's dying to start trying
Hey, wake your heart up
It's dying to start trying.