
The Van Buren Boys Strike Again Songtext
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This has all the makings of a catastrophic sequence
We're sifting through the wreckage and shedding our pretense
There's a certain friction between our ideals and what the motives mean
I could pick through every seam to find something to believe
And across the city sky, a storm is gathering strength
Thunder maims the air, disrupts the blanket of night
Do we duck for shelter or do we run into the arms
Of a falling summer rain and let it sate our thirst?
A eulogy for regret - no solace in death
What I know is what I feel. No truth beyond to conceal
And all of what I thought was real is rotting in an empty field
Let's dance on the graves of the mistakes we've put to rest
We're sifting through the wreckage and shedding our pretense
There's a certain friction between our ideals and what the motives mean
I could pick through every seam to find something to believe
And across the city sky, a storm is gathering strength
Thunder maims the air, disrupts the blanket of night
Do we duck for shelter or do we run into the arms
Of a falling summer rain and let it sate our thirst?
A eulogy for regret - no solace in death
What I know is what I feel. No truth beyond to conceal
And all of what I thought was real is rotting in an empty field
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