In the pale of
Whatever half-love you have left
For the olden days
Would you wake up
Or trace the plumb line to your death
To your final scene

What is love then, but to drag a dead deer
By its horns, from the passing lane
Just to drive on, neither to arrive or to escape
Not to save someone

You belong to the cause
Come on, believe!
Pull your heels from the farthest
Corner you've been in
You belong to us
You belong to the cause
You were wrong, I meant no harm

We were young once
We were wilder in our boots
In the race to fame

Now we've dried up
We no longer have our youth to sell
From the penny stage
Were you mine?
You were never the kind to call me yours
Were you born afraid?

So carry on, carry all your desire to a flame
To an unamed voice

You belong to the cause
Come on, believe!
Pull your heels from the farthest
Place they've carried you
You belong to us
You belong to the cause
You were wrong, I meant no harm
Black shadows
Back-battles
You have held in your lungs too long

You were searching
I was purchasing a flight
To an old luck town, town town

You belong to the cause
Come on, believe!
Pull your heels from the farthest
Place they've carried you
You belong to us
You belong to the cause
You were wrong, I meant no harm