All we could have been All we could have done Bound along the stone Bring yourself home Such a beautiful man Bring your laurels Palm-brushed flowers and grass Sun-beamed, holy Now bring the fire I can see your town from up on high Smog spitting stone and brick Free floating oak and sticks What is so important as to need this Why do we even need the smoke at all Why do we have to go and kill a god Where do we go when this is gone I could fight the townsfolk I could make them turn and flee I can start an avalanche Loose my arrow from the trees I could bring my blade to you Swipe it right across your throat Bring a curse into your home Leave you nowhere else to go