There Will Be Fireworks We Sleep Through The Bombs
We, we sleep through the bombs
The rush of marching drums
We dream of god, won't ever start
And they pull you from the grave, all in holy flames
Your face chalk white, gone up in lights
But I'm, I'm going back to the place
Where I first saw those shy and tired eyes
A strange music filled the halls
Be pulsing through the walls
Passed static hiss in word like this
Aah ah ah ba da da
Ba da da
Ba da da da da da
Ba da da
Ba da da
Ba da da da da da aaahhh ahhhh
And we, we sleep through the bombs
The roar of background hum
We dream of god, won't ever stop
And they pull you from the place
More in hope than faith, their hands cold grey
Ran, I'm afraid
And we, we sleep through the bombs
The sound of marching drums
We dream of god, won't ever stop
And they pull you from the grave, all in holy flames
Our legs and arms flail in the dark
And I'm, I'm still in a rage of
The way you wear those shy and tired eyes
With grace to find you in this place
The city shakes and sways
Our fingers crossed still looks in loss
And we, we all went out
I didn't dance, I wasn't drunk enough
Save your thrills for later
For now we're on our best behavior
