reach in for it your rusted iron covered cross pour out your breath into the furnace again and i think ive found a better way to live and i think ive found a better way to die and ive been fitting myself into that small space that you set out for the screaming of the wind cause that is all i ve ever been sorting through it i never saw something so clear as your hands bound up in prayer behind a closed door but i thought i walked a better road alone till i found my feet set into stone and thats when i turned back you put me back in my place so i wont be afraid i wont be afraid and ive been fitting myself into that small small space that you set out for the screaming of the wind cause that is all i ve ever been