Cold stones Underneath my feet Weathered with time, weathered with time Those burning bridges smolder Drawing lines, in the sky, in the sky Say what you might, make that call Look to the stars, hope that one might fall Where should I go They've taken lands turned to roads Where should I go Where should I go I stand for the truth, but have spoken lies Take down your hand before you criticize You're on eggshells walking, drilling ice The fire builds, burns wide Say what you might, make that call Look to the stars, hope that one might fall Where should I go They've taken lands turned to roads Where should I go They've taken lands turned to roads Where should I go Where should I go They've taken lands turned to roads Where should I go Where should I go Where should I go They've taken lands turned to roads Where should I go Where should I go They've taken my land Cold stones, cold stones