This lonely existence paves the way   For the hard of hearts must beat, be brave   While this quiet lightning storm   Wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow      So it begins, the way the light still dances beneath the skin   There's the messenger from hell since we're bound to win   As the days they come but the years they go   So take care of your freedom, they'll never know      I sit on the wing for a blackbird song   To tell me where and when this all went wrong   There's no resolution without remorse   With ignorance, the least he found let state a course      Puncture the skin and see his blood run cold on desert sand   Come hear the meant for mothers with childless hands   As the days they come but the years they go   So take care of your freedom, they'll never know   Take good care of your freedom, they'll never know      Take what you give until there's nothing left but forever live   And night this is on shadows when after kill   As the days they come but the years they go   So take care of your freedom, they'll never know   Yeah, take good care of your freedom, they'll never know      As the days they come but the years they go   So take care of you freedom, they'll never know