Cold stones
Underneath my feet
Weathered with time, weathered with time
Those burning bridges smolder
Drawing lines, in the sky, in the sky
Say what you might, make that call
Look to the stars, hope that one might fall
Where should I go
They've taken lands turned to roads
Where should I go
Where should I go
I stand for the truth, but have spoken lies
Take down your hand before you criticize
You're on eggshells walking, drilling ice
The fire builds, burns wide
Say what you might, make that call
Look to the stars, hope that one might fall
Where should I go
They've taken lands turned to roads
Where should I go
They've taken lands turned to roads
Where should I go
Where should I go
They've taken lands turned to roads
Where should I go
Where should I go
Where should I go
They've taken lands turned to roads
Where should I go
Where should I go
They've taken my land
Cold stones, cold stones