Strings you attached to a stolen ship

Drag me through the rough to bring me out of it

I will mend this branch from this olive tree

I will keep these friends that stand over me

Young, dumb habits break before they're made our planet die

Man of grace, you spoil a plot in your shade

But the shade can't stop what the shade don't know

Lives underground and breathes below

Oh, but I won't make that same mistake

Spitting out every swollen taste

I won't pull apart what I call my home

I will love this place that I call my own

Even though you left me on my bed

I'm swimming in between the cracks

Oh!

Oh, but I won't make that same mistake

Spitting out every swollen taste

I won't pull apart what I call my home

I will love this place that I call my own