New Radiant Storm King Fighting Off the Pricks

Tell me is it true
I'm the biggest part of you
Taking comfort in
Where we stop and mark where I begin

I need you to see
We're making a last stand
Holding onto you
And fighting off the pricks with one hand

You know that I won't wait
For another state of grace
The gentle tug on my arm
Would slap me on the face

Tell me when will you
Find your peace within
A blanket half will cover you
Ankle to nose shoulder to shin

I'm the memory
and your the steady hand
to comprehend the things
I couldn't possibly understand

You know that I won't wait
for another state of grace
the gentle tug on my arm
will slap me on the face


Every atom of my being
Has a need to keep on staying
Near

But you know that I won't wait
for another state of a grace
the gentle tug on my arm
would slap me on the face