It's nine o' one or nine o' three and I'm just between Eyes shifting gate to gate, I can't see it any other way Truth and time press imminent, the radio plays on A mother sings that song and we all just move right on Unsee despair, educated in the violence here To shun the beauty for what's obscene With hands cupped at the empty well Begging for drink to drown this out Those days were stolen, misshapen and made faithful to their hands And we lost the words to reject the myth (we lost, we lost, we lost) Kids stumble on like second story shells With broken windows and halls burned out Taking one last look at what we knew before it Our lives burning bright like lanterns pressed against the night At each memorial, histories tied on the fence line But if it's hate you've come to know You won't know the difference If it's fear you've come to know You won't know what shaped it We'll go back to work and collect our losses And what we're dying for, we'll never know Decades of conflict and dominance in a charade without cause We needed some fucking answers We're just a song We're just a speech We're just a heart away We can't connect to the loss so we all move on The war goes on We all hold on The war goes on We all hold on The war goes on The world moves on