Lyrics
Small towns a step from the ground,
Black sky, the wind won't tell me why
Boots on dirt with a rhythm that aches,
Leather—lace as the silence breaks
Light the fire, feel it crawl through veins,
Heat off the pyre like a storm with no rain
The night won't tell you where wild hearts go—
Find your sign in the embers' glow
Broken chains hang from the blackened tree—
A hymn of the untamed, the wild running free
Her laughter's a dagger, sharp and true
Cutting the darkness, bleeding the blue