Woke up and you're not a war
Close and rare. not gracefully,But There's
a peace to be made and a scourging'll stop
That hateful twin that lives in your skin
Is losing his taste for torture
an insurgent stillness A quiet blue beating the fires down
And the bells once madNow they low under the rain Like sleepy animals )
Wake up one day and you're not a war
Wake up one day and you're not a war
You crawled on your heart through a door while you slept
You woke up now and you're not a war
And with the teeth you save
You had been grinding away
A new type of photograph
You sq...
