Lyric

Dragged toms in the dark

Slow bass under stone

Guitar holds its breath

I carry it in

Like a locked door

Hands on the frame

Feet in the floor

No crack in my face

No shake in my knees

Just a hard, quiet load

That nobody sees

It leans on my back

Like weather and iron

I keep my shape

Under the horizon

One more step

Then one more mile

I wear it clean

I wear it mild

Weight without scene

Weight without scene

I hold it up

And I stay unseen

Weight without scene

Weight without scene

Big as the night

Still I stay clean

It rides with me home

In the cuffs of my sleeves

In the dust on my boots

In the way I breathe

I do not fold

I do not announce

I move like a wall

With a load in my lungs

It leans on my back

Like weather and iron

I keep my shape

Under the horizon

One more step

Then one more mile

I wear it clean

I wear it mild

Weight without scene

Weight without scene

I hold it up

And I stay unseen

Weight without scene

Weight without scene

Big as the night

Still I stay clean

If I set it down

The whole room would know

So I keep it close

And I let it go

Slow by slow

Through the bones and skin

I look the same

But I’m built from within

Weight without scene

Weight without scene

I hold it up

And I stay unseen

Weight without scene

Weight without scene

Big as the night

Still I stay clean