Teksty: Every Time I Die. The Big Dirty. Cities And Years.

Play with the bow at the bridge
Tune your voices to minor chords
This is the lowest we've ever been
Until we bend for the offering

We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe

We come strapped to the bed
On display from the duty of tour
Oh they picked up the signals
We tapped to the prisoners

Our sea legs were lost on the march
From the graves to the cross
We brandish the plague of the middleman's heart
Sing the rats through the gate

I was still in one piece
When they tied me to the back of the car
But I met the road and I've slept
With thousands of miles since the day I was born

Our shoes are milled to the sole
And our souls are skin and bones
If I'm but a stranger still
Just move the severed pieces around

So course is the world
We're going back and forth
And back and forth
Grinding our bodies into dust

We'll never make it home alive
We'll never make it home alive
We'll never make it home alive
Play with the bow at the bridge

All the girls by the enemy line
All the girls by the enemy line

Woe, such remarkable woe
Hold sight of him
Hold sight of him
Point him out

I was still in one piece
When they tied me to the back of the car
But I met the road and I've slept
With thousands of miles since the day I was born

Our shoes are milled to the sole
And our souls are skin and bone
If I'm but a stranger still
Just move the severed pieces around

So course is the world
We're going back and forth
And back and forth
Grinding our bodies into dust

War come with us home
War come with us home
War come with us home
War come with us home