Strange Consolation - Neck of the Woods

Every rung in the ladder cracks while you climb

I hate that you’re living on limited time

I would trade my own

I would trade my own skin for yours

I have been building vast walls of sound

To silence my fears and keep my feet on the ground

She hunts us all, wolf in the fog

This strange consolation gives me new ground

I’d give it all back just to keep you around

Returning misfortune, your hands bound

When it comes to persistence you wear the crown

You gave me new ground

You wear the crown

Wolf in the fog, she hunts us all

Every rung in the ladder cracks while you climb

I hate that you’re living on limited time

If fortune favors the bold

Why is her path lined with coals?

The ache never seems to fade

Your legacy both builds and breaks me

Leave knowing what I do is all for you

Words to white noise, reminders pierce my ears

Every rung in the ladder cracks while you climb

I hate that you’re living on limited time