Soup – Playground Memories

 

Re-arrange your thoughts, they won’t do any longer.
Dispose of your guns, we will fight no longer.
Fever in your veins, as there is no tomorrow.
Defend your home with the words you borrow.
Sealing your eyes with your blood.
Reason with your arms, ’cause your logic is in favour
of letting go of him and the nightmares we remember.
Fever in your veins, as there is no tomorrow.
Defend your home with the words you borrow.
Sealing your eyes with your blood.
The pictures were all around, and when collected the walls
fell apart inside her.
And all the carpets and lights;
pulled out and thrown in a heap right outside
of her bedroom light. We go down to the corner
of our memories,
we go down to the corner -and there we smile.

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