All the way from where we came,
we built a mansion in a day,
distant lightning, thunder claps,
watched our neighbor's house collapse,
looked the other way.
And then the storm was overhead,
all the oceans boiled and rivers bled,
we auctioned off our memories,
in the absence of a breeze,
scatter what remains,
scatter what remains.
Pushed away, I'm pulled toward
a comedown of revolving doors,
every warning we ignored
drifting in from distant shores.
The wind presents a change of course,
a second reckoning of sorts,
we were wasted waiting for
a comedown of revolving doors.
Fate don't fail me now.
And when the days that followed past
in another mansion built to last,
from our window we could see
only possibilities, down the road and back.
But then the storm returned for more,
in a comedown of revolving doors,
auctioned off our memories,
in the absence of a breeze,
scatter what remains,
scatter what remains.
Pushed away, I'm pulled toward
a comedown of revolving doors,
every warning we ignored
drifting in from distant shores.
The wind presents a change of course,
a second reckoning of sorts,
we were wasted waiting for
a comedown of revolving doors.
Fate don't fail me now.
Fate don't fail me now.
Fate don't fail me now.
Fate don't fail me now.