Figurehead The Queenstons

Does it tear you apart?
Does it rend you limb from limb?
Does it make you wonder
What it's like not to lose but to win?

Does it tear you apart?
Does it rend you limb from limb?
Does it make you wonder
What it's like not-not-not-not

And you go
And you cry
And you scream at the top of your lungs
Dodging bullets
Fired from burning guns
And you run
And you leap
And you hold your arms out trying to fly
Soaring through the clouds
Soaring through the highest highs

Forever still and unbending and unbreaking
You are the figurehead, your life awaits
Forever caught in the wind and the sleet and the rain
You'll stay the course
'Till the break of day