I can see how this will end
In a cloud of dust
In a filthy war
I can see how this will end
While we’re still clinging
To whatever
We can find
And all of this I've been through before
Its a page that’s been torn
From that same old story
And we’re desperate
We’ll tear down the shelves
To read a different ending
Keep your head down, don’t let them see you
Just rest here
Keep your hopes high, it can’t be much longer now
Can’t wake up
So we sat and waited for it to pass
I've been growing old
In these trenches
Waiting for the white flag
To be waved
Well I've been playing it right
Right from the script
Waiting for the same cue
To slow and just stop
All the lines of my face are filled with dust (with dust)
And oh how I've learned to sleep so well in dirt
All the things I said I meant, but wasn’t sure
All the words we never kept, but we had to say
It was never a secret
We never kept it quiet
We said what we said and we’ll say it again
This isn’t home
And all of this I've been through before
Is a page that’s been torn
From that same old story
We’re desperate
And We’ll tear down the shelves to read a different ending
To read a different ending
Now I'm climbing up and getting out
I'm going home, I'm going home
Now I'm climbing up and getting out
I'm going home, I'm going home
Now I'm climbing up and getting out
I'm going home, I'm going home
Now I'm climbing up and getting out
I'm going home, I'm going home
Now I'm climbing up and getting out
