Fence Lines and Firelight

There's a wire line cut in the shadow of the ridge,

We were standing right there by the timber bridge...

We counted up the scars on the pine post,

Talked about the things that we fear most.

You said the cold wind was a warning sign,

I said we're running out of precious time. (tick-tock)

But we don't back down from the boundary stone,

(no, we don't) No we don't face the dark alone.

We will hold the line we drew in the dirt!

We will carry the fire despite the hurt!

This is our ground,

this is our day,

(this is our day!)

Now we're stepping over what they tried to build,

Every promise made is a promise fulfilled.

We don't need their permission or their grace,

We look the storm right in the face. (hah!)

: WE STAND STILL!

(Crowd): WE STAND STILL!

:

BEND THEIR WILL! (Crowd): BEND THEIR WILL!

(hold the line)

(we

hold the line...)