Trust me when I say that I understand
That believing in nothing is a lead-heavy hand
That the fate of the water resolves in the sand
That maybe all we’re doing’s for nothing
But you pace down the hallway with nothing to say
And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play
So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change
Wishing that every piece was for something

But if nothing is sacred
Then nothing is lost
And I'm in your corner
Whatever the cost
And if the fists that are flying are keeping you down
Then we’ll fight a little harder
And find another way around

But still the traces of you seem to lie spread apart
The engine won’t turn and the furnace won’t spark
Conversations of futures resign to the dark
Feels like all that you’ve built may just crumble
But, I know that I see, in your eyes, there’s a space
To salvage the moments all nearly erased
To finally hold on to the feelings you chase
To learn how to sprint through a stumble

‘Cause if nothing is sacred
Then nothing is lost
And I'm in your corner
Whatever the cost
If the fists that are flying are keeping you down
Then we’ll fight a little harder
And find another way around
If the fists that are flying are keeping you down
We’ll fight a little harder
And find another way around