I've done a terrible thing
Thrown a wrench in the machine
Gasping and fuming the shape of it looming
I watched as it fell by my feet
You had the map in your hand
Outlined the shape of a plan
Together we dreamed of a way to be free of
The shadow that fell on this land
And we dreamed
Dreams turned to plans
Plan turns to fuel
It got out of hand
And we stand out in the night
Flaming debris our only light
Now it's a matter of time
But I'll wait with your hand in mine
And all of the chaos will fall far behind us
Cause I know now just who I am