This for the days that I fear   This if for the way my legs fold   This is for the days I feel too close to my home      From that seat its easy to say they want it all but they won't change and still they remain chained I've seen the dead walk   And miles away our plans to be replaced seem so clear and they remain fastened and chained to this anthem and to that view      At least I'm brave   On an eastern wave   Through the western grave      I could sift through whats left   Keep it fresh to let it sting   And just when you thought to leave this crass season fell      Its a legend of fire and pain   Where then were sharp teeth   I can't imagine all the things you say you've seen   With too many eyes on the door   Theres too many hands in the jar      And miles away our plans to be replaced seem so clear and they remain fastened and chanined to that view   I've seen the dead walk