two of them stood damned with the driftwood fed by old fire and father s eyes to leave the machine no fear for that figurehead we could have still been brothers then i know what i said if two of them stood and braced for the burden the never heard the never learn to strike at the heart you dig for your brother and concord that coffin nail will set it right even the words as they flow out like water are silently begging to turn this page over and send me home and two of them stood a voice across the chasm blaming the distance for the dark and could i refuse they can t see the bridge for the blackness the spite for the start and even the words as they flow from the fountain just like the sun must be missing the mountain so give me distance a sky without tether and it was the chasm that brought us together connect if only i could squeeze blood from that stone and let my cup with this peace overflow if only i could squeeze blood from that stone but the rot took its root in my home if only i could squeeze blood from that stone and let my cup with this peace overflow if only i could squeeze blood from that stone but the rot took its root in my home  brother send me home reach through this fire let the blood send me home home brother send me home even the words as they flow from the fountain just like the sun must be missing the mountain so give me distance a sky without tether and it was the chasm that pulled us together even the words as they flow from the fountain just like the sun must be missing the mountain so give me distance a sky without tether and it was the chasm that pulled us together1