This lonely existence paves the way   For the heart of hearts must beat be brave   While this quiet lightning storm   Wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow      And so it begins   The way the blood still dances    Beneath the skin    As the messenger from hell says   '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's song   To tell me where and when this all went wrong   There's no resolution without remorse   With ignorance bliss defend   'Let's stay the course'         Puncture the skin    And see its' blood run cold    On desert sand   Come hear the men from 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 descends on shadows without their kill   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      As the days they come, but the years they go   So take care of your freedom    They'll never know