Saturday, March 2, 2019

Sometimes there's Nothing More

Feel free to see it as nothing more than a histrionic love song if you so desire. 

You are wrong and we are running out of time.  

I don't know what you had in mind
But here we stand on opposing sides
Let's go to war
Let's go to war!

We arm ourselves with the wrongs we've done
Name them off one by one
Let's go to war
Let's go to war!

Everything you say
Everything you do
Push it in
And you cut me down
(War! War! War!)

Screaming at the ones we love
Like we forgot who we can trust
Screaming at the top of our lungs
On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?

Hush my baby
Make no sound
Maybe we can wait each other out
It's a cold war
Let's go to war!

With every settled score
I thought that fighting with meant fighting for
But you turn it around
But you turn it around
(War! War! War!)

Screaming at the ones we love
Like we forgot who we can trust
Screaming at the top of our lungs
On the grounds where we feel safe

Screaming at the ones we love
Like we forgot who we can trust
Screaming at the top of our lungs
On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?

Do we sensor?
Do we flow?
Are we drunk on the chemicals?
Every feeling in my bones
Tells me to lash out and tell you to fuck off

You've got my heart and I've got your soul
But are we better off alone?
With every battle
We lose a little more
Remember everything
That we'd die for
You are everything
That I'd die for!

Screaming at the ones we love
Like we forgot who we can trust
Screaming at the top of our lungs
On the grounds where we feel safe

Screaming at the ones we love
Like we forgot who we can trust
Screaming at the top of our lungs
On the grounds where we feel safe
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?
Do we feel safe?

Well, do you?
-bill kenny

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