Track 3 G

Hey kid, don't listen to them

We got a long, long way to go

And yes Death speaks the truth but

It's imagination that she lacks

May your response be riddled with truth

May your responses be nothing but trust

If trust would be my lover, I'd take her anywhere I go

We'd mark the wolves of the cities

One by one

Until our hands showed their bones and

For once Love would be immortal

And the rivers want to speak and

The deserts sing as well

I want too

I want a war

Maybe it is the end for us but

I can't stand still

Make every silence worth it