I'll Borrow Time - Marika Hackman

If you cut me from the sky

Could we make a pact to someday die?

And now my bones are hard and old

And the blood inside is cracked and cold

And it’s a hard ride

From here to the other side

The doubts creeping in our minds

Growing as we ride

Into the night we could stay right here

Stuck in these bodies and stuck with our fears

The crown I wear is made of bone

And you could twist me off my throne

'Cause I am not a lady

That is not my king

I would scalp an adversary

Just to keep my wings

We’re not made for sitting still

Hunters have legs and legs can kill

But it’s a hard ride

From here to the other side

The dust creeping in our minds

Growing as we ride

Into the night

I’ll borrow time

Do what we can to keep me blind

We’ll cut our hair and close our eyes

Shielded by the fort and our disguise

In our disguise

We’re not made for sitting still

Hunters have legs and legs can kill

But I am not a lady

That is not my king

I would scalp an adversary

Just to keep my wings

To keep my wings

But it’s a hard ride

From here to the other side

The dust creeping in our minds

Growing as we ride

Into the night