A silent night
The solid heat, the twisted bed
Dreams of a fight
It’s not so quiet in my head
The solid heat, the twisted bed
Dreams of a fight
It’s not so quiet in my head
It’s always men
The endless waves are overthrown
If I run again
Don’t think I’ll ever feel I’m home
It doesn’t matter where you are
These things will find you
We think we’ve come so very far
Well, look behind you
From west to east
We say it couldn’t happen here
The seeds of peace
The only fruit they grow is fear
From north to south
They cannot leave the wound alone
I close my mouth
It’s full of dust and brick and bone
It doesn’t matter where you are
These things will find you
We think we’ve come so very far
Well, look behind you
It doesn’t matter where you are
These things will find you
Could be New York or Kandahar
It’s right behind you
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