Would you draw a timeline across my face You could read my palm Would you share with me your remaining grace Like the last few drops of a balm
Take a piece for yourself when the storm blows Take a piece for yourself and who knows Take a piece for yourself This broken world
Would you hide the thoughts you couldn't tame In the shadows of my mind Would you fight your part in the twisted game Scrambled legacy of time Would you drink the woes of your mother like milk Fill your belly with thorns and knives Would you cut the cord like tattered silk And count your remaining lives
Take a piece for yourself when the storm blows Take a piece for yourself and who knows Take a piece for yourself This broken world
Would you call on the pilot of disappearing flights Through our universe of aching flesh and bone Would you open the door not once but twice To a clearing you stand but alone
Take a piece for yourself when the storm blows Take a piece for yourself and who knows Take a piece for yourself This broken world
This broken world Is this the world I want to wake up in tomorrow Is this the world I want to be part of tomorrow Is this the world I want to know Take a piece for yourself