Marches And Maneuvers

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 each other 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 (Mend themselves in our embrace) --- Marches and Maneuvers - Thursday