Sarah Blasko Follow

Find me, oh, find when this birthright was blackened
When lightning struck and the storm clouds came over
The cracks were appearing before things turned in a moment
I'd forgotten

I feel the trial, it's mine
I burn in this ire
All this pride, bid goodbye
Only matchwood

Still so unsure why this path was chosen
It's harder and further than first calculations
When you know it's not over yet

I feel the trial, it's mine
I burn in this ire
All this pride, bid goodbye
Only matchwood, matchwood, matchwood

Oh, it's a trial and a fight, hear me cry
It's yours and it's mine
Oh, the fight, it's yours, it's mine
Yours and mine, yours and mine

Find me, oh, find this birthright, it's cursed
Oh, the lightning struck and the storm hit its target