I just thought I'd let you know:
There's war in an old set of bones-
When they shake, you can feel the earth moan
There's a war
And it rips through the hills on a child's roar
It skips across the water like a stone
There's a sure rope swinging, without a head in its jaws-
It's waiting
There's a war
(It takes time then goes)
We're open mouthed in the deepest shit of all
(It comes then it goes)
The spitting image of an unanswered call
(It takes time then goes)
Lost love in a gaping maw
(It comes then it goes)
The same dead hand knocking at the door
So reel back and say
"Oh, we never should've let them go."
And "No, no, there are no saints anymore."
And "Oh, love is a tired whore."
Then the piano wire is impressed by the key
The hammer pulls the car around back
And everyone piles in
A schedule is mentioned
A horn sounds in the distance
Some pasteurized idea vibrates a pocket
Is this meant to be or wicked chance?
They drive on, as each street lines a memory
Knowing they'll die here or there
Knowing they'll die here or there
