I beg to differ
To break the chain
To draw a line right through tomorrow

And cancel every claim
I've seen reflections beneath my skin
And drums beating for battle

In the eyes of children

And turning it over

Right down
Where the eye don't see no color
Where the war don't make a sound

Ice on the shoulder
Noel
Praise the lord above

And sell, sell, sell

Oh violent flowers

You fill the screen
Betray your mother
And change your name

So tall and fickle
And blind as snow
Running headfirst for oblivion

Cause you've nowhere else to go

And turning it over

Right down
Where the eye don't see no color
Where the war don't make a sound

Ice on the shoulder
Noel
Praise the lord above

And sell, sell, sell

In chill of winter

In dead of night
Each so familiar with the hunger
That they got no appetite

They talk of loving
I hear her say
That as fast as I can give it

He's taking it away

And turning it over

Right down
Where the eye don't see no color
Where the war don't make a sound

Ice on the shoulder
Noel
Praise the lord above

And sell, sell, sell

REPEAT CHORUS


A weeping willow
The desert wind

So many learn to swallow
So few to understand
The deepest longing

This cup of faith
Where to put them in a world
Where no innocence is safe