And it's true you can never forget
But is it true that you can't forgive
If I let you down
It's not because I try to
I'd gladly give into you
Again and again
But you've got
Facades of compassion
Our lives are being held
By a hand that we've never felt
And you think you know, my friend
How all of this will end
Again and again and again
I try to get by
With the things I've got
It's not too hard to try
But what else can you do
But take and take and take
When your well is well dried up
It's simply just another life
Our lives are being held
By a hand that we've never felt
And you think you know, my friend
How all of this will end
Your subjectiveness eludes me
Brush-burns of pine in the forest
A white whiff of snow's death
This adder that bites us with every step
Our lives are being held
By a hand that we've never felt
And you think you know, my friend
How all of this will end