Two voices trade verses about falling from grace and emotional confinement. One describes waking from a fall off Olympus and swimming with shadows. The other keeps returning to a bleeding heart locked in an iron chest, asking whether you can survive when you're overboard.
You pulled me off of Olympus. You shot me out of the sky. I fell asleep in a tempest. You opened up my eyes. I went swimming with shadows. They got under the skin. I flew where the wind blows. But I came home again.
You fade away when you know for certain that you don't know best. But you knock your way like a bleeding heart in an iron chest.
<LYRICS>They'll pull a sword from the fire to substantiate that all the children we sire can stand guard at the gate. Yours is the face in the mirror while mine's a head in the clouds.</LYRICS> Our minds are becoming clearer. Wow. Our hearts are beating out loud.
You fade away when you know for certain that you don't know best. But you like the way. Like a bleeding heart in an iron chest. You fade away when you know for certain that you don't know best. Are you locked away? Like a bleeding heart in an iron chest?
And though you're ready to go, do you know that a fast heart'll tangle your tongue? And if you fall overboard, will you walk to the shore when you can't swim or run? Or will you fade away?
that you don't know best, so you don't have to wait. Like a bleeding heart in an iron chest.
