Footsteps

Following the footprints of your mother in a dream
They lead me to the water where your father's washing his hands clean
And you, in the shallow I see her shadow
Now the space is hollow to swing her gallows

Bridge:
You can hear the whisper in the trees; feel it in the trembling of your knees
Killing every moment with your heartbeat, losing movement in your feet

Chorus:
But look now, his eyes all around you
And look down, his footprints surround you
In hindsight, a punch to a black eye
It's your fight, this fight you were born to lose

It's yours for the taking, such a lovely spacious grave
There's a wound just for thinking every time you misbehave
The more you follow, the more you follow

Bridge:
Your mother always sang the same refrain;
Claming he is not the one to blame;
"I can leave here anytime I chose, this time I think he's truly changed"

Chorus:
But look now, his eyes all around you
And look down, his footprints surround you
In hindsight, a punch to a black eye
It's your fight, this fight you were born to lose