
In The Wake of War
We walk these streets alone
With broken hearts and shattered dreams
The church bells ring
Over a city torn with suffering
Burnt out like a light bulb
I sit here thinking of you
Even though winter's approaching
I just can't seem to think this through
Even though I know everybody in this room
I still feel like a fucking stranger
Sitting between these stagnant walls
I know this isn't what I wagered for
When the winds get cold
All hope just seems to fade away
We may be coming home
But I still lost my way
No matter what you say
We'll still judge you all the same
And it really doesn't matter
Since you're all just dead men anyway
I say that all these songs are for you
But I really don't know who they're for anymore
Will you be the orator for this instigation?
The helmsman for this voyage?
Will you still be the only reason
That I still call this wasteland home?
I want to be the only one who thinks
That when you leave the room
It becomes the loneliest place in the world
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