our wills and our ways
are two very different things
if there's a place i wouldn't show my face
it's the place where i was born

our pasts are in the past
some things die while others last
if i challenge or question anything
you just let out a hyena's laugh

so we should gather up those sticks and stones
we should gather up those twigs and leaves
we should gather up our own mothers (?)
and build a fire to warm our feet

you keep your thoughts in the manger
while you confide in those strangers
that you assume will just open their arms
aren't you tired of those dangers?

so our wills and our ways
are two very different things
if there's a place i wouldn't show my face
it's the place where i was born

so we should gather up those sticks and stones
we should gather up those twigs and leaves
we should gather up our own mothers (?)
and build a fire to warm our feet


Lyrics submitted by kaylzazz

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