she was in the backyard digging out a trench praying for her fathers gun again all the holy weight they laid across your back a hundred years you waste just thanking them for that and you cant blame anyone for what youve done and you cant blame anyone for what youve done oh my god you cant blame anyone before your bridges are built youll burn them down you rebuilt a new face empty by the wake painted it the one shade you could never fake love would kick your crutches out from underneath i was still a sandstone cutting up your feet god was in our back yard tearing down our fence calling out our father s name again we fixed him to the floor covered up his ears spending out a lifetime shaking off our fears and you cant blame anyone for what youve done and you cant blame anyone for what youve done oh my god you cant blame anyone before your bridges are built youll burn them down oh but i could be something else entirely and spill out of my burning hand and underneath your door and no i do not see what you see in your old eyes and i will be cutting up your fear for eternity and you cant blame anyone for what youve done and you cant blame anyone for what youve done oh my god you cant blame anyone before your bridges are built youll burn them down