We Sleep Through The Bombs - There Will Be Fireworks

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