You think well of me I will work to make it true With a sleepless hand I'll do everything I can, for you If something can degrade We will find what it takes We earn what we are now We gathered all these things, to us We try to leave no tracks We have raised our fair share, of dust And what's passed cast aside With the half truths and iron prize And if you think well of me I will work to make it true With a sleepless hand I'll do everything I can for you