Hey it's your blood
That makes my veins run
It's true, so I tried to give it back to you


Young one, look at me
It's not your beast to leash

Oh don't hold more than you can stand to carry

Must have been the case

Hysterical strength
To stand up while the room moved off its axis


Old man look at me
Through the teeth of your grief
Oh don't grab more than you can stand to carry


Cause you went off to seize what no one else could see
Oh, and left more than we could stand to bury