Armour

I'm handing in my guns now

I will stop slipping away

like sand between your fingers

For better or for worse

I yield to you

I will lay my armour down

claim the hunger and the words

that were always on my mind

Any triumph breeds defeat

Any blessing holds a curse

but for once I won't let go

You laugh at all my twists and turns

The stories I tell find a home in your memory

And by now it is too late to run

so I yield to you

I will lay my armour down

claim the hunger and the words

that were always on my mind

Any triumph breeds defeat

Any blessing holds a curse

but for once I won't let go

You see me like no other

And I have tired of staring it down

tired of turning to find it all too strong

too strong to let it go