When the wind fills your hair with stone and sand
And your head is so heavy with your crown
Will you gather your demons and lead them by the hand?
Or will you just run them down?
Chorus:
My own, my own
Are you kept with the things that you're promised to reap?
The unbreakable things, like the promises you keep.
Are you hittin' the numbers as you rub yourself 'round?
Sniffing your stink, you're lost and found.
Chorus:
My own, my own
Instrumental (violin solo)
Did you make it back safe in the morning?
The shoes on your feet cut by glass.
Did you wake with the pain without warning?
Was it restrained and did it pass?