The Book Song

Im getting cold, cigarette burns little holes in my coat
The wind blows inside - fear me and treat me like child in the night

Chorus:
Cause cutting the wings
Is a price that were paying for peace
Well, at least we pretend
To laugh
While the worlds going mad
Hope that war soon will end,
But still
We dont believe that it will.

Do you think how long
Well dig out the meaningless words out of here?
Just think how strong
And delicate flavors are when you see clear.

I think that Im done
With figuring out who is telling the truth
Just give me your hand
And please, let mine be the last that youll lose.

Cause cutting the wings
Is a price that were paying for peace
Well, at least we pretend
To laugh
While the worlds going mad
Hope that war soon will end,
But still
We dont believe that it will.

Cutting the wings
Is a price that were paying for peace
Well, at least we pretend
To see
That the worlds not so bad
That the war soon will end,
But still
We dont believe that it will.

But still
We dont believe that it will.