Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers(Album Version)
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[00:00.000]Marches And Maneuvers (Album Version) - Thursday
[00:50.279]This is a war we live
[00:54.948]And the sides are drawn sides are drawn
[00:58.076]We're all wrapped up in fatigues
[01:02.868]And they wear us out wear us out
[01:05.868]There is a storm at sea
[01:10.793]If we fly a white flag
[01:13.228]Under a black and blue sky
[01:16.444]Will the red sun rise
[01:18.884](The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up)
[01:21.460]If we fly a white flag
[01:24.357]Under a black and blue sky
[01:27.508]Will the red sun rise
[01:33.632]The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind
[01:39.440]Blinds divide the sunlight into thin strips
[01:42.690]The size of a blade
[01:44.692]In this trench that we dig for ourselves
[01:48.742]Fourscore and fade
[01:51.368]Glare with the enemy hear of the bodies in the bed There's no retreat
[01:58.868]This is a war we live in
[02:03.626]Now we're up in arms up in arms
[02:06.748]With our heads pressed against the wall
[02:11.500](and it's wearing thin wearing thin)
[02:14.436]These are the screams we swallow
[02:19.566]If we fly a white flag
[02:21.876]Under a black and blue sky
[02:25.004]Will the red sun rise
[02:27.436](The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up)
[02:31.402]If we fly a white flag
[02:33.570]Under a black and blue sky
[02:36.580]Will the red sun rise
[02:42.392](The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind)
[02:57.244]This is our war
[02:59.680]Administer the pill (Keep fighting )
[03:02.588]Before the cell divides (Keep marching )
[03:05.908]And we'll both go down like toy soldiers
[03:09.844]This is our war
[03:11.966]Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds
[03:17.736]And the landmines in our chests will all go off in time
[03:22.740]If we trip each other into this
[03:27.144]Do you think we'll find a way out
[03:30.644]We've synthesized a compound to treat this conscience its:
[03:35.772]One part loss one part no sleep
[03:39.646]One part the gunshot we heard
[03:42.212]One part the screams mistaken for laughter
[03:46.213]One part everything after
[03:48.584]One part love
[03:50.962]One part stepping out of the driving rain
[03:54.834]One part parting ways
[03:57.212]In the cold apartment don't look back
[04:00.396]Just keep running down the stairs
[04:02.369]Do you hear the footsteps
[04:06.438]Can you hear voices in the traffic
[04:09.571]Communiques in the attic
[04:12.754]They say after time all this will heal
[04:16.564]We will rebuild and these broken arm will mend
[04:20.380]Themselves in our embrace
文本歌词
Marches And Maneuvers (Album Version) - Thursday
This is a war we live
And the sides are drawn sides are drawn
We're all wrapped up in fatigues
And they wear us out wear us out
There is a storm at sea
If we fly a white flag
Under a black and blue sky
Will the red sun rise
(The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up)
If we fly a white flag
Under a black and blue sky
Will the red sun rise
The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind
Blinds divide the sunlight into thin strips
The size of a blade
In this trench that we dig for ourselves
Fourscore and fade
Glare with the enemy hear of the bodies in the bed There's no retreat
This is a war we live in
Now we're up in arms up in arms
With our heads pressed against the wall
(and it's wearing thin wearing thin)
These are the screams we swallow
If we fly a white flag
Under a black and blue sky
Will the red sun rise
(The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up)
If we fly a white flag
Under a black and blue sky
Will the red sun rise
(The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind)
This is our war
Administer the pill (Keep fighting )
Before the cell divides (Keep marching )
And we'll both go down like toy soldiers
This is our war
Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds
And the landmines in our chests will all go off in time
If we trip each other into this
Do you think we'll find a way out
We've synthesized a compound to treat this conscience its:
One part loss one part no sleep
One part the gunshot we heard
One part the screams mistaken for laughter
One part everything after
One part love
One part stepping out of the driving rain
One part parting ways
In the cold apartment don't look back
Just keep running down the stairs
Do you hear the footsteps
Can you hear voices in the traffic
Communiques in the attic
They say after time all this will heal
We will rebuild and these broken arm will mend
Themselves in our embrace