If you don’t believe you’ve got a steady enough aim
If you’ve got a sweetheart calling out your name
If you’ve got a house to keep, if you’re feeling afraid
Walk away
Not everyone can hang upon this rope
Some might prefer what’s waiting back at home
Bread on the table and a half-kept hope unattained

In the village where the comfortable sleep
Under a blue sky, and decline to speak
On hell, and all else that disturbs the peace
Of the grave, there are some quiet ones who witness the flame;
They know its power, and can speak its name
Secretly waiting for a soul to save
From the blaze

Wait for a knock
All the lights go off
And the door is unlocked

If you don’t need a life that goes very far
To be sheltered for a season and kept away from harm
If you’d rather sing your glory to the silent stars
Join our line
You can walk with us through the dead of night
Merciless darkness with no sign of life
And we will carry you to the dawning of the light
And cross the line