7!

That your friends hid beneath

The same flag as your foes

Was a blessing to fire at will

And out of the trenches

A new day arose

There's strength in these broken arms still

So burn all the poems and rip up the books

The words will white out as you sing

To carry the weight of the lives that you took

Because life was a beautiful thing

Now I cannot recall mountains risen to fall

One day we must awake from this sleep

What's left of the day

Will eventually come down as rain

The weaver's hands tell me how your mouth has spun

All the promises to be fulfilled

But you've chosen your weapon, the duel is on

And there's truth in unspoken words still

What's left of the day

Will eventually come down as rain

And though they all look the same

Every drop has its number and name

What's left of your plans

Will all drown to the sound of their hands

So this might be your last chance

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

What's left of the day

Will eventually come down

As rain