E D L L S N S W N T S S L
These days are hard to come by
The days we're feeling alive
They take our pictures and we're frozen in time
It's hard to fight the feeling
Of growing weak and kneeling
To all of those we held up highest in our minds
Woe is me
Is this our fate?
There's always something in our way
We can't move on
It's just too late
We're all just soldiers in your game
Look at the bigger view it's
Hard times for me and you
We can't fight this feeling we have stuck in our thoughts
I hope they found what they were seeking
The very breath we use when we sing
Our songs about the days when things weren't wrong
Woe is me
Is this our fate?
There's always something in our way
We can't move on
It's just too late
We're all just soldiers in your game
The final move
Approaches soon
Is this our chance to change the stakes?
Holding on
To what we've learned
We wait for you to choose our place
Autor(es): Paper Sweaters
