Fermented over centuries or something in the air.
Our moody scenery, just wont stop bruising me.
Ive had enough of grey skies raising tears
Another door is closed
I see the fire inside
Another door closed, another door
You know its cold.
The map of bitterness I imagined
Has just brought out the nurse in me -
Or dont you need care ?
I know, theres lots of love
But its all twisted up,
Ive had enough of thunder ringing in my ears
[ here by the fireside, theres a war, a war
Lets blame the war on bad design - dont cry
Here by the fireside, theres a war, a war
Blame the war on you and i
I know theres lots of love
Still its all twisted up ]