we have so much yet to take; so much, so much
Lost among plains, scrapes turn into cuts; don't touch, don't touch
Breathe in the air, Breathe out the sky
Please don't wait up,
I must catch my breath,
Born as a cub,
I still need my rest
We sleep well within this hollow den; we sleep well, sleep well
Heat's too much to bare, but it's cold inside
One day we will find ourselves and leave this place for more than greatness, more than glory, stories will be told about our lives again
And we will wait up,
You can catch your breath,
Born as a cub,
You still need your rest.