Jericho

There is no more than this
Of me that I can give to you
I'll take your idle threats and I will see them through

Lead me to the water, hold me under
Take your chance, give it your all
Bleed me dry and so we cried before we fall

After all this empty dark I feel the truce is wrong
And there is some small part of me
Then in its place I will become

Bury me deep beneath the city walls
You washed all that's good in me
From the hills, into the sea

And there is nowhere I would rather be
I turn to dust beneath your feet

Lead me to the water, hold me under
Take your chance, give it your all
Bleed me dry and so we cried before we fall

Bury me deep beneath the city walls
You washed all that's good in me
From the hills, into the sea