Verse 1

You wear a crown made out of borrowed names

And call the hunger something holy

You take the last breath from the open hands

Then ask the room to praise you slowly

Pre-Chorus

How much can one heart hold

Before it turns to stone?

Chorus

Can falling stop the hands that take and take?

Can breaking teach the proud to feel the ache?

We eat each other down to bone

Drink from vessels left alone

Then call this wounded earth our own

Can falling bring us home?

Verse 2

You drink the quiet from an empty cup