Fold II - Motherfolk

In the middle of it all

Are you happy with what you’ve done?

Are you happy at all?

In the middle of it

'Cause you made us bound to fall

To break and crumble at your call

To crumble just at all

You made us

I 'd like to walk on streets of gold

Reach my hand out, find yours there to hold

And you tell me along, that I was your Fold

And you tell me along, that I was your Fold

Yours only to hold