[Verse 1 - restrained, intimate, almost spoken] The air is thick with the smell of clay and lime. Mercury climbs you’re on the edge of time. Shadows stretch long on the walls, dry ravine. A landscape cut deep, cruel and clean. Ground starts to split, the brush turns to grey. Where weakness gets stripped and dragged away. [Pre-Chorus] [drums begin to lift, backing “oohs” fade in] No looking back at tracks the wind erased. Water’s gone, compass is blind in this place. [Chorus] [full band, big harmonies, gang vocals] If you're going through hell, don't stop. Keep your eyes on the ridge, let the weak things drop. You swallowed the dust, wore down the stone. Walked through the badlands and came back home. [Choir expands into wider harmony] Blood under your nails blistered feet have their own story But all the weathering has just revealed your glory So don’t stop now. Your time has come around… [Verse 2] [drop back suddenly to bass and vocal] Your boots are cracked, the horizon a shimmering mirage. Every vulture above is waiting for the final barrage. The grit bites your skin like a hundred sharp pins. Eyes scanned the scene look for a shelter to rest in blisters in the throat, the parched mouth and a weary chest. The desert is sorting the bedrock from the rest. [Chorus] If you're going through hell, don't stop. Keep your eyes on the ridge, let the weak things drop. You swallowed the dust, wore down the stone. Walked through the badlands and came back home. Blood under your nails blistered feet have their own story But all the weathering has just revealed your glory So don’t stop now. Your time has come around… [Bridge] (Music drops, sparse acoustic plucking or dry percussion) And the silence gets so loud it’s like a ghostly choir. You don't fear the drought. Nor the wind or the threats Nor the wildfire in the brush. For you are the stone. [Chorus] [Chorus] If you're going through hell, don't stop. Keep your eyes on the ridge, let the weak things drop. You swallowed the dust, wore down the stone. Walked through the badlands and came back home. Blood under your nails blistered feet have their own story But all the weathering has just revealed your glory So don’t stop now. Your time has come around… Outro The sun goes down. The horizon shines. Don't stop It’s Your time
