The Long Peace
The fighting's done and there's a lot of wreckage. Two tired people deciding to rebuild anyway, this time with honesty as the foundation instead of assumptions.
The statues are all rubble now, the ghosts are in the ground
The only thing that's left is just the quiet, morning sound
Of you and me here sitting, in the wreckage of the fight
With a clean and empty blueprint, in the pale and early light
'Cause I am not a warrior now, the battle has been won
I'm just a tired architect, whose real work has begun
To build a house of honesty, a home of golden seams
And learn to trust the quiet truth of our surviving dreams
I know I have a missing leg, I know I have a scar
I know my love is not a simple or a peaceful star
It's a complicated engine, it's a fire in the deep
With a thousand fragile promises I'm terrified to keep
But I am not a warrior now, the battle has been won
I'm just a tired architect, whose real work has begun
To build a house of honesty, a home of golden seams
And learn to trust the quiet truth of our surviving dreams
And I will not be perfect, and you have every right
To be afraid of darkness, in the middle of the night
But I am here beside you, in this house we're drawing new
And the first win I care about, is building it with you
Yeah, the first win I care about
Is building it with you