Set the table with the trophies Pour the wine into the wounds The war is over, we’re victorious So why does winning feel like tombs? I sacrificed before the battle Didn’t know it was my soul Now I’m king of all this wreckage Sitting on a throne I stole This is the feast of the fallen Raise a glass to what we lost Every seat is filled with ghosts now And I’m still counting up the cost We won, we won, we won So why does it feel like we’re gone? They gave me the corner office When the smoke finally cleared But my reflection doesn’t know me And my daughter’s disappeared Not dead - just distant Not gone - just grown She learned to live without me While I was building Rome alone This is the feast of the fallen Raise a glass to what we lost Every seat is filled with ghosts now And I’m still counting up the cost We won, we won, we won So why does it feel like we’re gone? Agamemnon took the city Came home draped in gold But he traded his own daughter For the wind - that’s what I’m told I know something about bargains Made in desperation’s name Traded years for one more quarter Traded presence for the game Here’s to the nights I missed The recitals, the calls, the plans Here’s to the wife who waited For a husband with empty hands Here’s to the team that trusted me Before I let them go Here’s to the version of myself That only old photos know This is the feast of the fallen Set a place for who I was The battle’s over, I’m still standing But I’m not sure that’s enough We won, we won, we won Look at all that we’ve become The table’s set, the war is over The crown sits heavy on my head I’d trade every single victory To have been there instead Feast of the fallen Feast of the fallen All this glory And I’m hollow
