Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make War, artist - Bright Eyes. Album song Motion Sickness, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Saddle Creek Europe
Song language: English
Make War |
Our love is dead but without limit |
Like the surface of the moon |
Or the land between here and the mountains |
Well, it is not these hiding places |
That have kept us innocent |
But the way you taught me to just let it all go by |
And so we’ve learned to be as faithless |
Stand behind bulletproof glass |
Exchanging our affections through a drawer |
And it was always horribly convenient |
And happening too fast |
You should count your change before you’re even out the door |
Yes, you should but please… |
Return, return to the person that you were |
And I will do the same |
Cause it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone |
My compass spins |
The wilderness remains |
Once too often, I have retreated |
Into the depths of my despair |
I built a barricade to block you on the road |
But standing there with all of my possessions |
Piled higher than a house |
I felt closer to you than you ever would have known |
So let these tiny acts of charity |
Become common ground of which to build |
A monument to commemorate our time |
And though, you say, you’ve found another |
Who will surely speed you on your way |
Don’t let the forest grow over that path you came there by |
But you will, so… |
So hurry up and run to the one that you love |
And blind him with your kindness |
And he’ll make war, old war, on who you were before |
And he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart |
Well, now, I tell myself I’ve mended |
Under these patches of blue sky |
There are still a few holes that let in a little rain |
And so it is crying on my shingles |
My floorboards moan under my feet |
The refrigerator is whining, so I’ve got reason to complain |
But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments |
Some degrading psalm of praise |
Like the kind that converted you to me so long ago |
Because the truth is that gossip’s |
As good as gospel in this town |
You can save face but you won’t ever save your soul |
And that’s a fact |
So hurry up and run to the one that you love |
And tie him up in you likeness |
And he’ll become, become the prisoner I was |
And know all that has spoiled in your heart |
And know all that has spoiled in your heart |
So hurry up and run to the one that you love |
And blind him with your kindness |
And he’ll make war, old war, on who you were before |
And he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart |
Yeah, he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart |
(So hurry up and run to the one that you love |
And blind him with your kindness |
And he’ll make war, old war, on who you were before |
And he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart |
Yeah, he’ll claim all that has spoiled…) |