[Verse 1] You keep your silver in a paper sleeve A quiet weight the furnace learns to need At six thousand degrees, you hold your ground While softer metals buckle all around [Chorus] Molybdos, hard to bend, hard to wear A little of you travels everywhere In the blade, in the wire, in the heat You make the fragile parts complete [Verse 2] A blue-black stone in the old assay A trace in the soil where the roots take shape The lab glass fogs; the numbers settle in A useful kind of stubbornness within [Chorus] Molybdos, hard to bend, hard to wear A little of you travels everywhere In the blade, in the wire, in the heat You make the fragile parts complete [Bridge] Not gold, not bright, not made for show Still you go where the hot winds blow A small addition, a steadier frame A quiet element with a working name [Final Chorus] Molybdos, hard to bend, hard to wear A little of you travels everywhere In the blade, in the wire, in the heat You make the fragile parts complete [Outro] Silver-gray, held fast in the flame A useful metal with an ancient name
