The hero is on his knees now, the ground is trembling.
And I'm still here, breathing in lightly,
what would you want me to say?
Two lovers are bickering, one of them lash out.
And I'm still here, bleeding out silently,
What would you have me do?
and i wont change, not with time,
and lies won't warm in the coldest night.
These wings don't fly.
as the heretic is captured, and branded.
My will bends here, screaming out,
I've already called it a truce.
the prodigal son returns to the heavens.
And I'm still here, seeking out,
what would I have to lose?