Does the shade choose who to shelter, who to comfort
Does the shade choose whose hand to grace, whose luck to turn
I promise not to run from the answers that are comin' thick and fast
Does the cold wind choose whose breath to take, whose mind to clear
I promise not to run from the answers that are comin' thick and fast
Does the truth choose who to trouble
I promise not to run from the answers that are comin' thick and fast