We'll both go down like toy soldiers (This is a war) Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds And the land mines in our chests will all go off in time
Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? Hear the garbage truck back down in boulevard Setting off the car alarms as it passes by Do you
letting go all our hope When we repent and we're praying We fall on the page, read in the margins We are the symptoms of letting go all our hope Someday
time" War all the time, war all the time All of the time War all the time, war all the time All of the time, all of the time War all of the time, war
set, don't forget to breathe, between lines if the whole world dies, then it's safe to take the stage, these graves will stretch like landing on strips - hospitals: all
Lights out on Division St. And all the hate that rises Through the cracks in the pavement As the temperature falls (This is where is hits the ground)
In the circuit the frequency's breaking up The speakers can barely move (This is not a test) (Tune to the broadcast) Witness the jet lag Look in the mirror
In our hearts the disease won't touch us Coming to the capitol Love, now it's too late Love to turn this off Alone is all we are Even when we we feel
make amends but Do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? All the time we've wasted Spent fighting It'll burn in the fire of our regret All the time
your own face Becomes the black cloud of war And even in our dreams we're so afraid The weight will offset who we are All those breaths that you took
to split it from your lips And hide like whispers in the rain When you say my name I want to stop it in your lungs And collect all of your blood to put
time" War all the time War all the time All of the time War all the time War all the time All of the time All of the time War all of the time War
ترجمة: الخميس. الحرب في كل وقت.
capitol) in our hearts the disease won't touch us (coming to the capitol) (love), now its too late (love), to turn this off alone is all we are even
of all our hope. (when we repent) and we're praying (we fall on the page, read in the margins) we are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.
face becomes the black cloud of war and even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we are all those breaths that you took have now
Lights out on Division Street and all the hate that rises through the cracks in the pavement, as the temperature falls. (This is where is hits the
down like toy soldiers. this is a war threats and picket lines (keep fighting) are forming around our beds (keep marching) and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time
