Cities And Years

Play with the bow at the bridge Tune your voices to minor chords This is the lowest we've ever been until we bend for the offering We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe We come strapped to the bed, on display from the duty of tour They picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors Our sea legs were lost on the march from the graves to the cross We brandish the plague of the middleman's heart Sing the rats through the gate I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car But I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones If I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around So course is the world We're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust We'll never make it home alive We'll never make it home alive We'll never make it home alive Play with the bow at the bridge All girls buy the enemy line All girls buy the enemy line Woe, such remarkable woe Hold sight of him Hold sight of him Point him out I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car But I met with the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones If I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around So course is the world We're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust War, come with us home --- Cities and Years - Every Time I Die