How can I know what to do? What's harder than finding my place in the truth Is to keep it a secret once I do 'Cause it might hurt someone more than I would want to
To sit in a dream while it dims Will the loneliness crush me more alone or with him? And what do I think I might prove If I make These martyr moves?
Three months Nine months Three years Six years Twelve years Twenty years Forty years Eighty years
My hope is a flickering flame Which I've found it increasingly hard to explain But I'll try
In the family forge, I got burned Taught a story in so many words That it's bеst to prepare for the worst And to makе These martyr moves And to make These martyr moves
