Dig

I'd love to wade

My way through mud all just because it's something that I chose

I know my faith

Has been misplaced but that's okay my body runs on hope

Uncovering new confidence

That's buried with old bones

'Cause time

Was never really made to cover up

The mines

That turned our shape to ash and dust again

My shovel's long

I'm tall enough so jumping on it hits me in the face

I'll clench my jaw

'Till I can find somebody else who'd love to share my fate

In questioning my competence as new holes take their shape

'Cause time

Was never really made to cover up

The mines

That turned our shape to ash and dust again

I'd love to wade

My way through mud all just because it's something that I chose

But I can't decide

If it's my pride that's self defined by paving broken roads