I sleep in stone with silent might, a buried heart of darkest night. But wake me with the furnace flame, and I will bend yet stay the same. I help your blood, I build your blade - in earth and in the forge I'm made.

A charm on your bag or belt. Can be a souvenir from your travels. Jingle jangle it dangles.

In the court, I dance and swing, with strings I sing, and bounce I bring.

Take a sip, no one has to know. Better yet, I'm just so easy to stow, always ready to go, and good to share with a bro.

I’m a desolate escape Or I’m lost in your couch Either way, I’m hard to find.