Take the fallen under your wing
Pick up dollars and demons from everything
That you've ever thought and ever felt
Facts of the present seem to melt
But you faltered; you faltered
Capture all that glory won't bring
Tend to cobwebs that cover up everything
That you've ever thought and ever felt
Facts of the present seem to melt
So we alter; we alter
Though you can't control the hand you're dealt
Facts of the present seem to melt
But you faltered; you faltered
Sound surrounds me waiting on my future
Plentifully spread around the sun
Capture all that glory won't bring
Pick up dollars and demons from everything
That you've ever thought and ever felt
Facts of the present seem to melt
So we alter; we alter