When you gonna shake of the malaise
I need you to be on
I need you strong
For all the trouble that belongs to us
When you follow me into the maze
And not the one you know
There will be false starts
There will be madness and a moat
And then the exit starts to glow

Oil drips from the vine
It trickles down your fingers
As I take your little hand in mine
And later, with the sadness of the saints
Say nothing’s made to last these days
But I’m going to be by you ‘til my last days

When you gonna shake off the malaise
I need you to be on
I need you strong
For all the trouble comin’ on

Oh, baby stand tall
The innocent time you’re in now
Ain’t so innocent after all,
But something of a golden age remains
See, nothing’s made to last these days,
But I’m gonna be by you ‘til my last days