Max Charles - Armour-Clad Lyrics

Bows and guns and stones all bear death's name and
You're alone because so do your bear hands
Trust is one thing you've never had
They keep you far from the armour-clad

Oh what you would give...
For another chance

You were born with blood warmer than the
People who had not brought a thermometer
They left you to hide and grow old
Over time your warm blood went cold

They'd no idea of your potential
You know I would have helped you...

Ooo...
Ooo...

Trust is one thing you've never had
They keep you far from the armour-clad
Oh what you would give...
For another chance

Chance!
Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom!
Give for another chance