The Politics Of Knife-Fighting

It's a quiet resort to the dead

So will you stay here with me?

Those quiet calls from home

So lost and so alone

We are just fine, as anyone would be

Four years we've waited for

The chance to make it back

Now we're all left for dead

As the choir starts to sing

So we'll find out what's inside

All that we have

It's all that we have

It's what we need to know

That what we've lost is all we had

It's all that we had

It's what we need to lose

And through it all still believe it's the truth

It's a quiet lie, a mistake I'm falling for

I'm holding on just to try to save this ship

And all you do is watch it slowly sink away

So we'll find out what's inside

All that we have

It's all that we have

It's what we need to know

That what we've lost is all we had

It's all that we had

It's what we need to lose

I'm holding on just to try to save this ship

And all you do is watch it slowly sink away

And by the light

Of the headlights you're behind

I can finally see my way

So cry our for the comfort

You've been finally stripped of

Don't try and pretend you were surprised

So we'll find out what's inside

All that we have

It's all that we have

It's what we need to know

That what we've lost is all we had

It's all that we had

It's what we have to lose

It's what we have to lose