I can see you from ten miles from here
Stretching out your spine like a cheetah
I know you're not okay, but never need it
I know you're not okay, so so so so so so so
A Joan of Arc archetype, but dirty version
And you came to cause a disturbance
Shoulder high, the black wave that's coming
Coming to swallow you whole, so so so so so so so
I would have had it in my own day
I was right there but lost my way
You were right, I might not be able
To keep the fire from your stable
To keep the rats from your table
To keep your demons at bay, so so so so so so so
I would have had it in my own way
I was right there but lost my way