The Next Time You Win

[Verse 1]
Don't believe everything you read
The light can change so subtly
You took it hard that you were on the ropes
Now you can't find any grace in the grace notes

[Chorus]
But there's not one heart here that's counting on you
At last that blood's run clear, that fountain of youth
And you'll head home tonight and file your sins smooth
Again till the next time you win
Till the next time you win

[Verse 2]
The filter of hindsight is so unflattering
So you choose to believe that you've shed that old skin
But it's just mark two, your story retold
Spinning your littlе black heart back into gold

[Chorus]
But there's not onе heart here that's counting on you
At last that blood's run clear, that fountain of youth
And you'll head home tonight and file your sins smooth again
Till the next time you win
Until the next time you win

[Interlude]
I'm not sure when it was - maybe a Thursday?
That I realised the real way of things
I'd spent so long looking down at my hands
Not meeting the eye of the day
Shocked and locked and bubbled in grief and tired
So tired
And for one small moment there was a breeze
Some echo from a place that wasn't here
It was light, it was free
And I thought if I followed, maybe it could take me too
And the truth is a torch and a sword
It's a, it's a fist, it's the defiant jaw
The hand on hips, the superhero stance
But the real way of things is old
It's slow and deliberate, it's everywhere
The boot to the ant, the hurricane to the hummingbird
And it knows no other way but first
And it sits on the same backs of those it has always shielded
Builds fortress walls
And lends the lead weight of history to their silence
Until the silence of guilt becomes the defence
Becomes the triumph
Tale as old as time
How will the tables turn?
How do we shift that paradigm?

And I've read more doubts about me than I've had about myself
But I'm still here
I'm still tired, but I won't stop
For now
And you?
Question, for sure, but question everything
Not just what makes you hurt
But what keeps you warm
What keeps you full
What keeps you quiet
And believe her
Believe her, believer
Before we lose another hummingbird to the wind
Before the next time they win

[Outro]
Till the next time you win
Till the next time you win
Until the next time they win
Because the next time, we win