Foxhole

I’m on a tightrope
And it’s a long way down
Hand me a tied rope
Something to hold me down

I’m in a foxhole
I pray when no one’s there
Find me a foxhole
My thinking got me here

On me, lay your hands
Castles what profit man

All that’s left to rest
Is laid to waste

If there’s a bottle
If there’s a sea I’ll drown
We have forgotten
What frightened us was sound

On me, lay your hands
Castles built to stand
All roads led me nowhere
All roads what profits man?
And maybe I’m already home