While They Count - The Wandering Weeds

Stay grounded, —Dr. Chill Lyrics - They sit in rooms with the curtains drawn Cold hands weighing what’s been won Coins on the table, stacked in rows They don’t see faces, they just see gold They speak in numbers, clean and dry Trade whole lives for a better line Outside the glass, the noise has a sorrow They’ve long forgot what it all meant then There was a man who stood out front Didn’t take much, didn’t want much Kept things quiet, kept things straight Held the line at the edge of the gate Didn’t ask for praise or name Just did the work and took the blame While others counted, he stayed near Watching close what they wouldn’t hear And it got dark without a sound No sudden loss, just slipping down Men counting gold while the walls gave way Trading the night for another day They wear the cost of what they’ve seen By the time the fire finally shows There’s nothing left but ash and ghosts Greed came slow like a quiet flood Not with rage, but dressed in trust Signed in ink, sealed with a hand No one there to understand They sold the roof to warm their feet Sold the truth to keep it neat And every time he tried to warn They laughed it off He could’ve walked, he almost did But something in him never quit Not for glory, not for pride Just couldn’t stand to step aside So he stayed while the others fed On what was left of the living dead And every night it took its toll Carving weight into his soul Now it’s dark and it won’t come back Too far gone, too far off track Men still counting what they hold While everything around turns cold The line is gone, the gate fell through No one left to see it through Just one man where the silence grows Buried under what he chose