Garands - Young the Giant

Go, bright light, scout the forest

Through the night, searching for a

Sign of life;

memories of

Fears and strife keep his legs from

Turning blue;

broken bones and

Muddy shoes, running through the

Fields I knew, join the ranks of the

Favored few;

what have I…

…Become?

Before the day is

Done

Now that we have…

Got what’s left, lost my rights when

I was young, taken by the

Ones I trust, long before

I knew of love, all the things

I understood, fighting for

The greater good, now tell me why

This feels so wrong, feels so wrong

To hold this gun;

now look what I’ve

Become

Before the day is

Done

Now that we have won…

The cold wind, you notice

The sky

It blows in to show us

The sign

It falls down before us

It lies

The cold wind, you notice

My eyes

Yeah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!