The jungle is filled with my friends
We sleep when and where we can
And I don't know the last weekend we saw
Cuz nobody really knows
Which way to the river, and which to the road?
Which way is the war, and which the retreat?
Which way are the joyful tears of relief
Been counting the days for most of our lives
And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize
Yeah it looks like we're alive
But it looks like we're all eyes
And no ears to hear the trumpets so near
The trumpets so clear
The trumpets so near
The jungle is filled with such life
Creatures moving all day and all night
Some are hunting for just her kind
As she stands there under that streetlight
In her visions she speaks like a sword
And diseases aren't left to find their cure
On 12th street tonight
Been counting the days for most of our lives
And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize
Yeah it looks like we're alive
But it looks like we're all eyes
And no ears to hear
The trumpets so near
The trumpets so clear
The trumpets so near
The trumpets so clear
The trumpets so near
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