Renegade

I'm letting go,

to see if you'll hold on to me

I'm in doubt, of what is thought and what is real

In our room, between the shapes I thought I knew

A guilty, a pillow with feathers like snow



I've come to listening post beyond your lines

I'm all ears to gather clues and look for signs

But I can't hear the song you sing while you try to soothe

Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?



Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing

Go easy on me; ooh... I can't help what I'm doing



Hello again, I buried you - where have you been?

Oh renegade, you came back from the labyrinth

You're like me: you've looked for things that could be found

And the threat that guides though black times



Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing

Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing



When thoughts had outnumbered spoken words

In the early hours

We failed to establish who was hurt, most