Sometimes we must wait a long time
To find out that something does not work right
It might be a long road to healing
If we wait

And we expect the best to come from what is left
Sometimes the pain from the waiting
Eats away at everything we have been protecting

After a good fight with illustrious intention
After a good fight we barely broke the movement
After a good hard fight with the purest of desire
Oh God I’m still on fire

Come here tired thing
I have two arms
Your staggering
Let me fold you in
I still believe in who you are

It might seem like we’ve no use for Nostalgia
I think you’re right
So we pull the anchor
Plot the course