Texty: William Fitzsimmons. Gold in the Shadow. What Hold.

What hold this has on you?
Heavy shoulder
Your feet tied to the floor

Your former self would
Hate these fixtures
Of metal wire and wood

As you lay down in stranger's linen
The bluish scars you hide
Reminisce of sweet addiction
Strings you never tied

Would you bend these bars
That hold you?
Keep you from the peace
And stillness come

And lay your head
Beside a better burden
Until the heal has come

As you depart from
Short duration
And cut the bracelet off

The withered arm and
Port of entry
The living for the numb

I would bend these bars
That hold you
Keep you from the peace
And stillness come

And lay your head
Beside a better burden
Until the heal has come

You will see sunrise again
You will see sunrise again
You will see sunrise again
You will see sunrise again