Truce

I've been running for the door

keys in my hand

but it's a moving target I can't focus on

something in my brain

has been pounding on the walls

and I know this drum but I don't know this song

it's something old

something new

fighting for some kind of truce

and I hope I'll make it out

in one piece as I lay down my pride

been holding down the fort

gunpowder through my veins

and now the vultures circle up above I know

I must be wearing thin

or I'd still hold the reigns

still I keep fighting with my head up high and low

it's something old

something new

fighting for some kind of truce

and I hope I'll make it out

in one piece as I lay down my pride

who knows when the morning comes

who knows when the evening falls

who breaks and pays the price in full

who fights till kingdom come

who knows when the morning comes

who knows when the evening falls

who breaks and pays the price in full

who fights till kingdom come

it's something old

something new

fighting for some kind of truce

and I hope I'll make it out

in time to make my way to paradise

in time to make my way to paradise