And we turned around again we were facing colder climes we carved new plans in the wood of this table
And it came as a surprise we were kind to one another we were kind to foreign faces we were romanced older times
And your hands they radiate were they planning your escape? there were new lines being carved on the edges of your face
Within the four walls of this cage everything is kept in place every beat that resonates is soon replaced
And we thought we were hunters not kings With no borders with no past to call our own but we carried in this cage allies and foes and we carried on our backs our past mistakes
We tore this dress at the seams with a bicycle chain We wore this chain around our necks to remember this stain We stained our land with the blood of strangers unnamed We dressed our wounds with the skin of our daughters and sons