Dying in conversation
The innocent are on their knees
Peace on earth and good will aside
So many things that we must decide
I continue to not understand
I continue to not understand
Was it something Shakespeare said
Or is it simple as “Love is dead”
You’re the picture of internal struggle
Where the winner gets to rule the world
You say each day is just hit or miss
I say, come on, blow the world a kiss
I continue to not understand
I continue to not understand
Was it something Shakespeare said
Or is it simple as “Love is dead”
Leave the keys on the counter
I swear I had something to say
You like the songs about the small towns,
Well this ain’t no small town anyway
I continue to not understand
I continue to not understand
