Cherries of cigarette snipers take aim from the balcony
While state-run textbooks are teaching kids apathy
But it always ends up the same


There was something in the night that I cut my hair off
And there's something in her eyes in the way she stares back

But it always ends up the same

Was it something I said when we were sitting in your room glued to the TV

That night?

Was it something I said that had you sneaking out the window in that soft

Summer dress?

Just singing...