Curt Smith What Are We Fighting For
what are we fighting for
what am I trying to restore by taking aim at you
it's not that I need the best
I wnat you see I long to be successfully repressed
I don't know why we fall
what are we fighting for
why do I always ask for more than this day can provide
when did I loose your trust
why do I choose to justify this dirty little war
I don't know why we fall
there was a time when I believed in providence
where is that confidence now
I see the world sideways and I'm falling off again
into our rarely-go-round
what am I waiting for
isn't this where we fade to blackas you walk out the door
if I'm so damn sure
what are these tears I try to cheerfully ignore
there was a time when I believed in providence
where is that confidence now
I see the world sideways and I'm falling off again
into our rarely-go-round
there was a time when I thought our salvation lied
in the night's intimate heat
my anger's contagious my wishes outrageous
but dreams are my only relief
I'm revolving, gravity keeps calling
falling, into our rarely-go-round
into our rarely-go-round
into our rarely-go-round
(what are we fighting for)
when all the anger's gone
who's lost and has won
and dare we ask ourselves
who are we fighting