The Good Soldier
Gunfire in the streetWhere we used to meetEchoes that are beatWhen the bass goes "bomb"Right over my headStep over the deadRemember what you said
You know a part about lifeIs just a waking dreamWell I know what you meanBut that ain't how it seems right here, right now
How can this be real?I can barely feelAnymore
I am trying to seeI am trying to believeThis is not where I should beI am trying to believe
Blood hardens in the sandCold metal in my handHope you understand the way that things are gonna beThere's nowhere left to hide'Cause God is on our sideI keep telling myself
I am trying to seeI am trying to believeThis is not where I should beI am trying to believe
No one's even sureWhat we're fighting forOr who we even areAnymoreI feelSo far away