Back my feet against the wallnAnd take what time it takesn'Cause I wont be around to hear the callnAnd I wont be around when you wakenBut silence breaks without a soundnI'll guide your guiding lightnAs the rain falls softly to the groundnWe will march, marching all through the nightnnWhen you're scarednAnd you're calling outnBut I can't be foundnWell hold on. just hold onnI'm a war propped shellnOf my former selfnNow I will not complainnAbout these days, they're so bluenBut you don't even know why you feel the pain or what you came and you gave to