The mood is high Provisions are low Finally find the strength to state the record Snuffing out remaining light of hope Start shredding up the ledger And all I'll keep are my memories Only need them the way that I remember Between my stumbling mouth Ignoring warning notes to self I swore it felt like Summer in December I'm offering You should see my feet You need to know I bare a pair of Achilles So if it's time to leave town If it's time to re-ground I'll probably just try and walk on my toes Cuz who is really listening when your whispering convictions but screaming so it goes