This lonely existence paves the way For the hard of hearts must beat, be brave While this quiet lightning storm Wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow
So it begins, the way the light still dances beneath the skin There's the messenger from hell since we're bound to win As the days they come but the years they go So take care of your freedom, they'll never know
I sit on the wing for a blackbird song To tell me where and when this all went wrong There's no resolution without remorse With ignorance, the least he found let state a course
Puncture the skin and see his blood run cold on desert sand Come hear the meant for mothers with childless hands As the days they come but the years they go So take care of your freedom, they'll never know Take good care of your freedom, they'll never know
Take what you give until there's nothing left but forever live And night this is on shadows when after kill As the days they come but the years they go So take care of your freedom, they'll never know Yeah, take good care of your freedom, they'll never know
As the days they come but the years they go So take care of you freedom, they'll never know