Pedestals - Such Gold

There’s not enough of us to be this divided

I’m holding on and I’ve got… I've got a tight grip

I never thought someone could be this closed-minded

Your bullet is picking up speed (and heading for me) so I’ve got to bite it

I’m sick of the chip on your shoulder

Ignorance that should never have had any part in this

My blue sky had been clouding over

It’s taking its toll but I remember the things we used to hold

On pedestals so you will always know that I’m not afraid of the truth

There’s not enough of us to be this divided

Up to this point our views have never coincided

But when it comes down to the things we confide in

We know without this we’re lifeless

I won’t be caught dead or seen without my beliefs held high on top of pedestals