Would you draw a timeline across my face
You could read my palm
Would you share with me your remaining grace
Like the last few drops of a balm

Take a piece for yourself when the storm blows
Take a piece for yourself and who knows
Take a piece for yourself
This broken world

Would you hide the thoughts you couldn't tame
In the shadows of my mind
Would you fight your part in the twisted game
Scrambled legacy of time
Would you drink the woes of your mother like milk
Fill your belly with thorns and knives
Would you cut the cord like tattered silk
And count your remaining lives

Take a piece for yourself when the storm blows
Take a piece for yourself and who knows
Take a piece for yourself
This broken world

Would you call on the pilot of disappearing flights
Through our universe of aching flesh and bone
Would you open the door not once but twice
To a clearing you stand but alone

Take a piece for yourself when the storm blows
Take a piece for yourself and who knows
Take a piece for yourself
This broken world

This broken world
Is this the world I want to wake up in tomorrow
Is this the world I want to be part of tomorrow
Is this the world I want to know
Take a piece for yourself