Blessed be the ones who hold your hand In their hand I will hold this stone to my palm And look you in the eye The hare knows to stay still When the fox is passing by I will fight for you but I can't fight you I will fight for you but I can't . . . fight you Glory in the wave upon the rock Those eyes do see A home that lives a life without us In my dreams But demons rise and both are just so still A breeze, a break, a brush, a salty chill Oh, I will fight for you but I can't fight you I will fight for you but I can't . . . fight you But demons rise and both are just so still A breeze, a break, a brush, a salty chill Oh, I will fight for you but I can't fight you I will fight for you but I can't Oh, I will fight for you but I can't fight you Oh, I will fight for you but I can't . . . fight you