You can go home - you can't believe or imagine anything
the taste of hope and insanity was sweet and maddening
and the chords you've learned they don't ring the same
suddenly, it was gone
We are - trapped behind the lines in this cold cold war
behind the enemies lines what are we fighting for?
we're trapped behind the lines in this cold cold war
and we HOPE FOR BETTER DAYS
for better days to come
the hope of better days to come
It's so cold here - the words are a mist not a meaning
explosive and loud - the grass has died from all the screaming
so many hands reach up from the wreckage of time
can we comfort all the ones that are still trapped inside
trapped behind the lines in this cold cold war
behind the enemies lines what are we fighting for
we're trapped behind the lines in this cold cold war
where we fight among
we fight among ourselves
We can't go on - we can't believe, imagine anything
still we kill the king of beasts just for a photograph
will the chords we sing ever ring the same?
where suddenly the cold is gone with better days to come...
with the hope of better days to come
with the hope of better days to come
with the hope of better days