In the Den

You feel the ground move that you walk upon Did you feel the sky still like everything, it's done? What did you think you would find me in pieces of? What can we make here out of nothingness and love? I hear them clicking across the stones I feel they know that I'm all alone The stars are strange and this isn't home In an echo left on the mountainside If anywhere I reside And the gifts of the years I wasted here on the battle lines I am still alive and what's coming true Is the signal to my return, oh Find me here on the ground and in need of you False is the dawn that promises anything False is the hope and the talk of eternity and spring Lie on the grass here and be swallowed in To speak to the ground, through the trees of the suffering again I hear them clicking across the stones I feel they know that I'm all alone The stars are strange and this isn't home In an echo left on the mountainside If anywhere I reside And the gifts of the years I wasted here on the battle lines I am still alive and what's coming true Is the signal to my return, oh Find me here on the ground and in need of you