Statues - Hard Words, Softly Spoken lyrics

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