Roll away your stone and I will roll away mine. Together we can see what we will find. Don’t leave me alone at this time for I am afraid of what I will discover inside. You told me that I wouldn’t find a home beneath the fragile substance of soul. And I have filled this void with things unreal and all the while my character it steals. Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think? Yet it dominates the things I see. It seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say ‘That’s exactly how this grace thing works.’ It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive with a new start. Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think? Yet it dominates the things I see. Stars hide your fires, for these are my desires and I wont give them up to you this time around. And so I will be found with my stake stuck in the ground marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul. And you’ve gone too far this time, you have neither reason nor rhyme with which to take this soul so rightfully mine.
— Mumford and Sons
