The Sky We Scrape
rising tides
Is your heart still beating?
Will these drums, this season, last?
Are your wounds still healing?
Discharge of catalysts from the past
Is your flag still waving?
Proving for once you stand a chance
Is your resistance fading?
Apathy like a flame beside a fan
Youâre on your own
With all the lives they stole and all your broken homes
Youâre on your own
With all the lives they stole
Is your heart still beating?
Will these drums, this season, last?
Is your flag still waving?
Proving for once you stand a chance
Youâre on your own
With all the lives they stole and all your broken homes
Youâre on your own
With all the lives they stole