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 tastes 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 the 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 tastes 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 our war, administer the pill...
keep fighting...
before the cell divides...
keep marching.
We?ll both go down like toy soldiers.
This is our war.
Threats and pickets lines...
(keep fighting)
are forming around our beds.
(Keep marching)
And the landmines in our chests will all go off in time.
If we trip each other into this, do you think we?ll find a way out?
We?ve synthesized the compound to treat this conscience it?s:

one part loss, one part no sleep.
One part the gunshot 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 ways, in the cold apartment.
Don?t look back, just keep running down the stairs.
Do you hear the footsteps?
Can you hear voices in the traffic, communiqu?s in the attic?
They say, after time, all this will heal,
we will rebuild and these broken arms will mend themselves in our embrace.