And as the dust settles and breath is caught
The rabbit continues around the track
Baiting our already exhausted wills
Beckoning our inaction and hoping for reaction
Idle hands are the worst
When they're already full
And my love my hands are full
With the panic of a wasted light
Oh my love my hands are full
Courage hangs on the thread of the proverbial knife
I swear this won't k** you, I swear with all my might
But the blame is still on us for all disregard
Oh hallelujah! Oh woe, a willing heart
Oh what would become of us if we should fail?
Fail and fall short of the line
Now don't you forget, celebrate your wins
They never come cheap
And I'll remember the days you fought for them
Now come along with me
Won't you come along with me?
Maybe there's blood on our hands
Maybe we're not all so blameless and maybe that's okay
Hallelujah, woe a willing heart!
No man gets left behind
Wasn't that what you used to say?
Wasn't it?
Revise with worry and hope
Applying all the words that were softly spoken
And the hard words too
And in the end we came out
Scathed, but hardened
Blamed but smarter
Determined and not ruined