Marches And Maneuvers Lyrics

This is our 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 taste of your kerosene lips burn me up)

(Rise) 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
No retreat

This is our war
We live in
We're up in arms, up in arms
With our head 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)
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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)

(Rise) 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 picket 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 a 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 in 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?
Communiques in the attic?
They say after time, all this will heal
We will rebuild, and these broken arms will mend

(Mend) Themselves (selves)
In our (our)
Embrace.