Lyrics Marchers in Orange - Guided By Voices

Marchers in Orange

The white lines are tracers for the facers of the aftermath
Positioned in the situation, lost in battles of love
Not returning, still learning, unborn, unhatched
Yet, but wait: it’s time to collide, decide, if you will
A purpose for the marchers in orange
And still a circus for the children in disguise
Throwing bones to the drug-sniffing dogs
Protecting what we’ve come to know as ours
For the colors we wear in our dreams
For the flags we fly in our films