Lyrics Bitter Work - Make Do And Mend

Bitter Work

What were you waiting for?
The desert’s not getting any smaller
We’re not getting any younger
So hand me a gun
It’s on
It’s war
I’ve let the last few years
Slip through my fingertips like sand
But with Connecticut a million miles away
You can’t tell me you’re the only one with empty hands
I want to know what makes it OK
For a kid to be so far away from home
Before you go, take a good look
You’ve got a friend in a battle zone
I can’t take the way things change worlds away
I think I’m starting to relate so count the days
My body’s aching from the wait, the postcard read:
«p.s.
this war is going great.»
What were you fighting for?
I’ve had my eyes covered too long to not have peeked through
And seen the right kids on the floor
Another settled score on a foreign shore
Is nothing worth dying for anymore
Worn down, unsure, long days make it harder to endure
Can’t stop, won’t stop