Absolutes - Folly & the Hunter

I would truck it anywhere

Withstood our tissues, every tear

Moved makeshift through the passing towns

And passed around the omen

Absolutes, way to break yourself

Absolution came too late to help

Come on home

What if I didn’t mind my steps?

Would I have found forgiveness yet?

Release from confines self-imposed

Carry on as if I know

Absolutes, way to break yourself

Absolution came too late to help

Beg for pardon

In the hopes of a brighter fate

Stuck in motion

Caught somewhere in the outer waste

Cold and hardened

And it comes from a darker place

Blind and walking

Guess this is how the grief is faced

Absolutes, way to break yourself

Absolution came too late to help