I'm not done here You've been waiting alone Who cares for the hidden ones Lately begging for a home? I'm not done here Haven't set my name in stone I fluctuate from the parable to the foreign pride and shame Under fire and stung mile by mile The bluest blue comes down on my home I'd better catch my breath Overcome your loveless throne Swept off my feet like a pile of bones I'll hold you I'll hold you close Sometimes I yield and face the sun Other times I turn around I feed my head with endless love You go ahead and rest your brains I'll hold you I'll hold you close