Hideout - Canvases + Mountaintop

I would trade all of Fort Knox's gold
To keep this grasp upon your soul
Our lives like shoestrings intertwined
My wings are worn, but you still fly

Though the skies are turbulent,
I fly toward my refuge

I've made my mistakes
All I knew once black and white
The canvas bathed in light

I will make sure the seeds are watered
I'll try to make the forest grow
And if I come back torn and tattered,
Will you be standing in the grove?

My wings are worn, but you still fly