Track 4
Burying the Armor
From The Still Point
A funeral with full honors for the armor a frightened child once forged - solemn brass and muffled drums for the moment a man thanks his defenses and lays them in the ground.
Song language: English
Genre: Cinematic Ballad, Orchestral Pop
Duration: 0:00
Lyrics
It was fitted in the winters when the world was made of eyes Steel across the shoulders, a visor for the cries It did exactly what I built it for - it kept the arrows out But nothing else got in here: not the sunlight, not the doubt I wore it to the weddings, I wore it to the graves I even wore it in embraces, teaching armor to behave And the ones who tried to reach me heard their knuckles on the plate They deserved a man of warm skin - they were given armored weight So dig the grave with honors This is not a defeat Stand down, old friend, stand down You held the line when I was small You were forged by a frightened child Doing the bravest thing of all But the war is over, soldier The siege was lifted long ago Stand down, stand down, be buried With every honor I can show The gauntlets first, so these two hands can feel the world again The breastplate next, so this old heart can drum against the rain The helmet last of all - and suddenly the sky is everywhere I forgot the world was this much, I forgot the taste of air Play something low and grateful as we lay it in the ground It was never my enemy - it was the best defense I found But a man is not a fortress and a life is not a war And whatever still might find me, I'm not hiding anymore Stand down, old friend, stand down And thank you - truly - for it all You carried a boy to safety Through the corridor years, the fall But the one you kept alive in there Wants the wind now, wants the rain Stand down, stand down, sleep easy I can take it from here, old friend Bare skin in the open Wind across the field My god, the wind I can feel it I can feel