Punks And Poets

It's an alliteration

Punks and poets

Praying for no pain

It's just a hopeful destination

Saints and sinners

They're laughing all the same

See, I don't mind what you have to say

Got your finger on the trigger and that's ok

I have never been one to run with the bullets in my hand

You've been looking for a reason

To tear it all down and I don't understand why

If it's all just the same

We could watch it burn

Or live instead

Can you feel the calling in the air?

Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear

We the people, in order to find a more perfect place to be

Need to forget all the shit that they are wanting us to see

Who said it's beautiful? Why don't we know?

Cut down a flower in bloom, what's the use?

Oh, I can feel it, there's a new love on the way

Can you feel the calling in the air?

Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear (to fear)

Can you feel it calling?

It's an alliteration

Punks and poets

Praying for no pain

It's just a hopeful destination

Saints and sinners

They're laughing all the same