This lonely existence paves the way For the heart of hearts must beat be brave While this quiet lightning storm Wrecks the harvest gold we tried to sow So it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin As the messenger from hell says we're bound to win As the days, they come, but the years, they go So take care of your freedom they'll never know I sit on the wing for a blackbird's song To tell me where and when this all went wrong There's no resolution without remorse With ignorance, bliss, defend, let's stay the course Puncture the skin and see its blood run cold on desert sand Come hear the men from mothers with childless hands As the days, they come, but the years, they go So take care of your freedom they'll never know Take good care of your freedom They'll never know Take what you give until there is nothing left, but forever live And night descends on shadows without their kill As the days, they come, but the years, they go So take care of your freedom they'll never know Yeah, take good care of your freedom They'll never know As the days, they come But the years, they go So take care of your freedom They'll never know