As the they stand in ruins of cities
the children play
‘Til we die
With a separation of life and limb
A rolling
The guests have gone
our hearts have beaten with the last
Disenchanting and contagious when we think that we're in love
superfluous,
Here we go!
would you paint me something pretty
bloodstained canvas wreaks
We set our sights on something
that's just beyond our reach
it's
To view the world through the bottom of an empty
With contrite hearts on the blackest of days
We've done our
We are lost in a sea of faces
The registry has
Into the fray we can't jump to conclusions
For we are
As the shots rang out on the motorcade
We felt nothing
You placed the sound of silence in my ears when
