Lyric

Morning shows where the gate used to be

There's less in the sacks than I'd hoped

A piece of board is somebody's shield now

We take the inland road

I keep the black robe in sight

Still carrying yesterday's question

Getting out should feel like getting out

Why am I counting who's missing?

Another wall. We stop again

I watch the raised swords lower

He steps past the rest of us

I don't ask him to wait

I move when he moves

For now, that's enough

I can watch the road ahead

Instead of looking back

I'm close enough to follow

Too far away to understand

I move when he moves

I wish I knew what that makes me

Ten shapes drift toward the iron

The men above can't move

The bars come down in pieces

There's a street where we can go

Then silver fur across the square

A yellow blade, a shield

I try to follow every strike

My eyes keep losing them

His sword leaves his hand

Light curves around the other man

A long black blade comes sweeping low

Then changes where it's going

Sand gets between the two of them

I wait to see what breaks

The weapon's still in one piece

The other man steps back

I move when he moves

For now, that's enough

I can watch the road ahead

Instead of looking back

I'm close enough to follow

Too far away to understand

I move when he moves

I wish I knew what that makes me

Two swords, then neither

He doesn't need to hold a thing

I keep expecting him to guard himself

One ring comes off

The other sword falls

Now the man who charged is kneeling

I can't make those two pictures fit

He gets up to run

He doesn't make it out

I'm still behind the same black robe

My hands won't settle yet