Have you ever held something 

until your hands were aching? 

And then let it go and watched it fall 

and listened to it breaking?

I have held back time and tide 

when all the world was plenty

But now my hands are open wide,

open wide and empty 


For every breath that leaves me now 

another comes to fill me.

And for every death that grieves me now,

the next one will surely kill me.

For those borders crumble every day,

the fault-lines are showing.

And all I thought was here to stay

slowly is going 


History abandons us

and we're holding on, holding on 

to nothing but dirt and dust.

We're holding on, holding on 

While those borders crumble every day,

the fault-lines are showing.

And all I thought was here to stay

slowly is going.


Have you ever held something

until your hands were aching?

Then let it go and watched it fall

and listened to it breaking?