We, we sleep through the bombs The rush of marching drums We dream of god Won't ever stop And they pull you from the place All in holy flames Your face chalk white Gone up in lights But I'm, I'm going back to the place Where I first saw those shy and tired eyes A strange music filled the halls Be pulsing through the walls Passed static hiss In word like this Ba da da da da da... And we, we sleep through the bombs The roar of background hum We dream of god Won't ever stop And they pull you from the place More in hope than faith Their hands cold grey Ran, I'm afraid And we, we sleep through the bombs The sound of marching drums We dream of god Won't ever stop And they pull you from the place All in holy flames Our legs and arms Flail in the dark And I'm, I'm still in a rage of The way you wear those shy and tired eyes With grace to find you in this place The city shakes and sways Our fingers crossed Still looks in loss And we, we all went out I didn't dance, I wasn't drunk enough Save your throes for later For now we're on our best behaviour