Turn of the Blade

I won't hear more talk
 I don't want what's mine
 Just keep the money
 Bury the crime
 Kept waiting on signs
 Embraced feeling lost
 How can I feel lucky
 At so great a cost
 How casually cruel
 Exceptions as rules
 A test of the refuge of old wounds
 There's nothing to save
 When planted to rot
 I'm done waiting humble on a
 Potter field slot
 The traps that we find
 I've traced every line
 A circle of tread familiar in kind
 Every fear
 Washed away
 All my faith
 Washed away
 After the storm
 I am a wave
 You keep the shore
 I am the wave
 I see now how weak
 Our plans bled to rust
 We'll drink til we're dry
 No shelter, no trust
 Every fear
 Washed away
 All my faith
 Washed away
 After the storm
 I am a wave
 You keep the shore
 I am the wave
 All the lies
 They crumble, tumble, spill down
 With the slow turn of a blade
 Say them again
 Every fear
 Washed away
 All my faith
 Washed away
 After the storm
 I am a wave
 You keep the shore
 I am the wave