Two hills to die on, when the punches won’t roll.
Let bygones be bygones, both gotta pay the toll.
Like a child in each step, another day, save your breath.
A thousand miles of gold and pain, grab hold the light again…
V2:
Two hills to die on, and both badges burn.
Still got the stars to rely on, the more they preach the less is learned.
Like a child in each step, another day, to collect.
BR:
I’m on the outside
I’m on the outside looking in…
V3:
Two hills to die on, not the way nor the life.
A shoulder to cry on, words can bury the knife.
And it goes on and on, while it whispers at night
Two hills to die on, not the way nor the life…
