The Black Heart Rebellion - Leaving the Capitals lyrics

Fear not the voices of men. Draw their words on your back Carry them above all To speak again, blue tongued. Not my hand will be taken Neither will I rest on our sons My teeth will stay here in the ground Floating, like dimming lights. Caught in the dark Caught in the past This near black past This near black heart. I am not what's left behind You are not what's still to come It hides in both of us. Willing to emerge.