ice can only break once you know
but that doesn't apply to us
and i wish it did
for there's really no use
building walls made of glass
I guess I'm not the smartest kid
I flew close to the sun
and you know how the story ends
cursed to walk round and round
just like the wheels on that
goddamned bus
but don't you dare
let the slightest thought that we
owe you anything cross your mind
those who find are gonna keep
those who lose are gonna weep
everyone knows it
and did you know that saints
can also commit a crime?
but we'd rather prefer
a good old-fashioned deadly sin
you know they don't tell you
the best thing about falling apart:
with time you learn to make armor
out of the debris
if you ask me I wouldn't
go back to the start
and honestly so would neither of us
the stubborn sons
of the old gods
we're roaming pilgrims
who let the flames into their hearts
and now have none