So we built
Burning cities at the top of our notes
Now we doubt our commitment
To God and Country or Job and Comp'ny
Though no one wants to break their arm
To reach for what they don't know
This truth's in you and it's bruising through
When you're provoked
Open notes from open throats
Rattle down closed-circuit hopes
Like all those little bones that choke up
Lonely in the cold
So it's for
All those who gave clinch pins as engagement rings
Who make 'Amen's instead of making amends
Who let someone steal their kisses
Who hit the bottom of a bottle and forget
To put the message in it
We know what we don't deserve
But we're oh-so-tired and we 'have no time'
And the only thing that we were taught
Was where, when, and how often to draw lines
But if we only find ourselves in decision
And we only find ourselves indecision
Will we have found the solvent or the solution?
And is there merit in either both?
Either or both
'Cause this truth's in you and it's bruising through
When you're provoked
Open notes from open throats
Rattle down closed-circuit hopes
Like all those little bones that choke up
Lonely in the cold
Please don't choke up in the cold