[Will, will a will and a way out.
Will, will and away.]


lVagabond limbs make for great escapes.
Partitioning makes for separate ways.
Gone is the time of thieves when

Everything, everything moved.
There's a sickness in the air,
And it penetrates my lungs.


It creeps in my veins,
And it doubles the weight that I've borne on my back

And it spits in my face,
Oh what a careless fool I've been.
Take breaths, take steps,

Take the measures you need just to quicken your pulse.
Oh, if trust is a road,
Well we've traveled it wrong.


I need to get my head on straight
And my heart, out of your hands.


I should have seen this coming
All the wrong turns.

The sutures rupture,
And I know it hurts,
But we never built ourselves a way out.

A way out. A way out.

Don't mistake my kindness for weakness,

There's been blood on my hands all this time.
Though you've donned all the robes of a judge,
No one's taught me the depth of my crime.

And an apology can't build a bridge,
But it's the only place I know to start.
Please write this down in your mind,

A transcription that ends with your heart.

I know that the grave makes a pauper of kings,

But I've been gone too long for that to mean anything.
If my life is one moment, I've sought You for years,
To face the unknown means to disarm our fears.


Don't count me out, we've come this far.


Will, a will and a way out.
There's a will, there's a way out.