Marches And Maneuvers Lyrics
| Song | Marches And Maneuvers |
| Artist | Thursday |
| Album | War All The Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
| This is a war we live | |
| And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn | |
| And 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?(Eyes 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 heat of the bodies in the bed | |
| There's no retreat | |
| This is our war we live in | |
| 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?(Eyes glare from your enemy sights make me go blind) | |
| This is a war administer the pill(Keep fighting) | |
| Before the cell divides(Keep marching) | |
| We'll both go down like toy soldiers(This is a war) | |
| Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds | |
| And the land mines 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 | |
| It's, one part loss, one part no sleep, one part the gun shot 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 the voices in the traffic? | |
| Communiques in the attic? | |
| They say, after time, all this will heal | |
| We will rebuild and these broken arms will(Mend themselves in our embrace) |
| zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday | |
| This is a war we live | |
| And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn | |
| And 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? Eyes 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 heat of the bodies in the bed | |
| There' s no retreat | |
| This is our war we live in | |
| 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? Eyes glare from your enemy sights make me go blind | |
| This is a war administer the pill Keep fighting | |
| Before the cell divides Keep marching | |
| We' ll both go down like toy soldiers This is a war | |
| Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds | |
| And the land mines 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 | |
| It' s, one part loss, one part no sleep, one part the gun shot 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 the voices in the traffic? | |
| Communiques in the attic? | |
| They say, after time, all this will heal | |
| We will rebuild and these broken arms will Mend themselves in our embrace |
| zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
| This is a war we live | |
| And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn | |
| And 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? Eyes 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 heat of the bodies in the bed | |
| There' s no retreat | |
| This is our war we live in | |
| 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? Eyes glare from your enemy sights make me go blind | |
| This is a war administer the pill Keep fighting | |
| Before the cell divides Keep marching | |
| We' ll both go down like toy soldiers This is a war | |
| Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds | |
| And the land mines 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 | |
| It' s, one part loss, one part no sleep, one part the gun shot 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 the voices in the traffic? | |
| Communiques in the attic? | |
| They say, after time, all this will heal | |
| We will rebuild and these broken arms will Mend themselves in our embrace |
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