Collateral Damage

In the spring we made a boat,          Million stars up in the sky,                    Said goodbye to you my friend,

out of feathers, out of bones             formed a tigers eye                                   as the fire spread

We set fire to our homes,                  That looked down on my face,             All that's left are your bones,

walking barefoot in the snow            out of time and out of place                 that will soon sink like stones

 

So hold on.

Hold on to what we are.

Hold on to your heart.