EVERY TIME I DIE LYRICS

"Cities And Years"

Play with the bow at the bridge
Tune your voices to minor chords
This is the lowest we've ever been
Until we bend for the offering

We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe
We come strapped to the bed
On display from the duty of tour
They picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors

And our sea legs were lost
On the march from the graves to the cross
We brandish the plague of the middleman's heart
Sing the rats through the gate

I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car
But I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born
Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones

If I'm but a stranger still just move the severed pieces around
So course is the world
We're going back and forth and back and forth
Grinding our bodies into dust

We'll never make it home alive
We'll never make it home alive
We'll never make it home alive

Play with the bow at the bridge.
All the girls buy the enemy line
All the girls buy the enemy line
Woe; such remarkable woe
Hold sight of him
Hold sight of him, point him out

I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car
But I met with the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born
Our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones

If I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around
So course is the world
We're going back and forth and back and forth
Grinding our bodies into dust

War, come with us home.

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