In the night
When the moon starts to glisten
If you’re quiet and listen
You can still hear your heart
And the fights
We were taught to believe in
That we thought made us even
They all crumble apart
So we stay
In the heat of a fervor
So each casual observer
Sees our intentions are good
And we pray
Trailing every disaster
And pretend that it matters
That we did all we could
Now flags don’t wave
And men
They aren’t brave
And the cemetery gaze
That we crave
Makes us ache
And ache
And lo
When the whole thing is over
We’ll look back on it sober
In the morning’s first light
And we’ll blow
Back the winds from our own sails
Drown our devils in details
Just to block out the sight
Now flags don’t wave
And men
They aren’t brave
And the cemetery gaze
That we crave
Makes us ache
And ache
Now flags don’t wave
And men
They aren’t brave
And the cemetery gaze
That we crave
Makes us ache
Makes us ache
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