Years, a half dozen to the dark
You're a firecracker in a stack of kindling
With flint to spare for sparks
Faint hearts and false alarms
Fan the flame towards the forest
For the sake of being honest
Arc mapped in the long run
Tracked back to the source
The first fault wasn't yours
Off course, re-chart
Faint hearts and false alarms
No harm done
Thick skinned for the depths of it
Hard fought inherent flaws
Breath caught at the equinox
With blood shot eyes growing tired
Of watching you blink first
From slow starts, false alarms
We still play our parts
With faint hearts and false alarms