He came and stole the wild.
A crime so old as the sky and bone.
He came untied, solid as a stone.
All is almost lost and it starts to show.
Cause it's home, but it's gone.
He came, he paved the sky, and he's stolen the strands of sunlight.
Oh, soldier, do what's right, it's a call before the chasms collide.
Cause it's home but it's gone.
Tear down your suffering, bolt by bolt.
Tear down your suffering, bolt by bolt.