What if I were to disobey, give you back the power?
Would I be punished like a child? And left on my own
Would you think me ungrateful, and send me away?
If I couldn't make you happy

As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came
Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames

What if I were to disobey, give you back the power?
Would you be the one to turn your back, and cast the first stone?
Would you think me a coward? Though I'd be the hero, and come home a hero

I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory, well really, I hadn't noticed
Until I had the power, to give it all back, until i felt the glory, when the buildings collapse