[Verse 1] You lay ten blades across the table Like a forecast nobody could change I read the red lines, counted each one Then watched the paper curl at the flame [Pre-Chorus] The worst has a weight, but it has an edge And even this night has a limit [Chorus] Ten of swords, face down in the dust I’ve got no more ground to give up But the hill keeps its grass, the sky keeps its blue And the first small step is mine to choose Ten of swords, let the old hurt end I can rise without calling it a win [Verse 2] Your coat still hangs on the kitchen chair One loose button caught in the seam I took it down, set it by the door Made room for the life I couldn’t yet see [Pre-Chorus] The worst has a weight, but it has an edge And even this night has a limit [Chorus] Ten of swords, face down in the dust I’ve got no more ground to give up But the hill keeps its grass, the sky keeps its blue And the first small step is mine to choose Ten of swords, let the old hurt end I can rise without calling it a win [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] No prophecy owns me No ending gets the last word I’ll wash the cup, unlock the window Let the plain day come in [Final Chorus] Ten of swords, face down in the dust I’ve got no more ground to give up But the hill keeps its grass, the sky keeps its blue And the first small step is mine to choose Ten of swords, let the old hurt end I can rise, I can begin again [Outro] The hill keeps its grass The sky keeps its blue
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