Marches And Maneuvers

Thursday

This is a war we live

And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn

And we're all wrapped up in fatigues

And they wear us out, wear us out

There is a storm at sea

If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky

Will the red sun rise?

(The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up)

If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky

Will the red sun rise?

(The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind)

Blinds divide the sunlight into thin strips

The size of a blade

In this trench that we dig for ourselves

Fourscore and fade

Glare with the enemy heat of the bodies in bed

There's no retreat

This is a war we live in

We're up in arms, up in arms

With our heads pressed against the wall

And it's wearing thin, wearing thin

These are the screams

(We swallow)

If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky

Will the red sun rise?

(The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up)

If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky

Will the red sun rise?

(The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind)

This is a war

Administer the pill

(Keep fighting)

Before the cell divides

(Keep marching)

We'll both go down like toy soldiers

(This is a war)

Threats and picket line are formings around our beds

And the landmines in our chests will all go off in time

If we trip eachother into this

Do you think we'll find a way out?

We've synthesized a compound to retreat this conscience, it's:

One part loss

One part no sleep

One part the gun shot we heard

One part the screams mistaken for laughter

One part everything after

One part love

One part stepping out of the driving rain

One part parting way in the cold apartment

Don't look back

Just keep running down the stairs

Do you hear the footsteps?

Can you hear the voices in the traffic?

Communiques in the attic?

They say, after time, all this will heal

We will rebuild

And these broken arms will

(Me