Harlin

Chasing up the fires

I'm gonna count on it letting go

But I won't let go

Turning at the back of those rotting stacks

What a timely show

What a timely place to leave the show

I won't carry on anymore

Not without the changing of faith

In a breaking time, on the edge

In a spilling moment

When a stable state is taken

In a swoop of grace

I leave this place

How can you call out to your father

In ashes left from trying fire

In places claimed on tearing towers

I won't give up this final power

How can you call out to your father

In ashes left from trying fire

In places claimed on tearing towers

I won't give up this final power

How can you call out to your father

In ashes left from trying fire

In places claimed on tearing towers

I won't give up this final power