As the Old Sing

As the old sing, so pipe the young Talking to a dog like it's your kin Copy every word, copy every sign, copy of a copy Dancing to the sound, hands wrapped around, I follow Ten feet off the ground You should know by now Ten years in your arms You should know by now In Wartime In War In Wartime In War Free from the fold, I fold for you Watching as power wears its hair down Losing sight of what's inside of me The same sun sets down in every town In Wartime In War In Wartime In War In Wartime In War In Wartime You said, it was the truth You see, do what I do Just look at the mess we made Looking for the great escape In Wartime In War In Wartime In War In Wartime In War In Wartime In Wartime In War In Wartime In War In Wartime In War In Wartime