We could never put this in context We could never figure this one out The air is getting colder by the minute And every moment feels like a thousand years
March through the streets A splendid parade of death and uncertainty Kneel when we're asked to Face down on the asphalt March through glass and shattered bricks Oh, how cautious we walk Another awkward step Another broken home
Oh, my God we're here to write history for a change 'Cause this is who we are Oh, my God now it's all how it's supposed to be For you and me
(Who we are) As the alcohol takes hold we're still scared to our bones So let your comforting words burn through the coldest of nights Grace my cheek when I'm alone
