Lyrics We Sleep Through The Bombs - There Will Be Fireworks

We Sleep Through The Bombs

We, we sleep through the bombs
The rush of marching drums
We dream of god
Won’t ever stop
And they pull you from the place
All in holy flames
Your face chalk white
Gone up in lights
But I’m, I’m going back to the place
Where I first saw those shy and tired eyes
A strange music filled the halls
Be pulsing through the walls
Passed static hiss
In word like this
Ba da da da da da…
And we, we sleep through the bombs
The roar of background hum
We dream of god
Won’t ever stop
And they pull you from the place
More in hope than faith
Their hands cold grey
Ran, I’m afraid
And we, we sleep through the bombs
The sound of marching drums
We dream of god
Won’t ever stop
And they pull you from the place
All in holy flames
Our legs and arms
Flail in the dark
And I’m, I’m still in a rage of
The way you wear those shy and tired eyes
With grace to find you in this place
The city shakes and sways
Our fingers crossed
Still looks in loss
And we, we all went out
I didn’t dance, I wasn’t drunk enough
Save your throes for later
For now we’re on our best behaviour