I'd run from the swampy shores through the valley of fucking drakes
in search of a sign from above that the sun still gives more than it takes
But what is this crestfallen state I'm in?
Its on me to climb so high to find a bell to ring;
absolve me of these sins.
Come on, grab my hand, we're gonna make it out of here
We can tell the story of how and why the old days died
There's no telling how much better it gets from here
I can see the other side.