You Will Not Take My Heart Alive Paroles

with the ice in your lungs, on the rungs of the light?
Beyond recall, you severed all strings
to everyone, and everything.

Oh, silent, constant driver of mine:
wordlessly calling from the end of the line,
where, even though each hour I ever loved
must queue and dive,
still, you will not take my heart, alive.

In martial wind, and in clarion rain,
we minced into battle, wincing in pain;
not meant for walking, backs bound in twine:
not angel or devil,
but level, in time.

And I rose, to take my shape at last,
from the dreams that had dogged me, through every past,
when, to my soul, the body would say
You may do what you like, And I won't come round this way again,
where the lonely wind abides,
and you will not take my heart, alive.
You will not take my heart.