fire–flaucht

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 blood still dances beneath the skin
as the messenger from hell says, 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's song
to tell me where and when this all went wrong
there's no resolution without remorse
ignorance is bliss, defend, let's stay the course

puncture the skin, and see it's blood run cold on desert sand
come hear the men from 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 lived
and night descends on shadows without their 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 your freedom, they'll never know