Trust me when I say that I understand
That believin' in nothing is a lead heavy hand
That the fate of the water resolves in the sand
That maybe all we're doing is 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
Wishin' that every piece was for something
But 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
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, resigned 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 moment, all nearly erased
To finally hold onto 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 fist that are flying are keeping you down
We'll fight a little harder, and find another way around
