Why can't I rest a while? This unease in my chest
A nauseous burning keeps me awake to swim inside
To consume myself with fears of what I've given
A piece of my breath, and the power to destroy

In this house midheaven, my hopes and dreams are tied
The archer's bow is lifted and takes aim at my heart
Never did I catch sight of the weapon raised
Though it had been woven into my weave of fate

Steve Von Till - vocals, acoustic guitar and piano