The Good Fight

The Good Fight
The way that things are going now
I won't find a place to keep our clothes
As softly as a kettle drum
Thunder in the night is but a groan
'Til we leave home
And they won't see us go

And frightened is no way to fall
At least become a renegade and brawl
Well, I am young and taking arms
Against a sea of troubles of my own
When we leave home
They won't see us go
Am I calm enough? Big enough?
Brave enough? Bad enough?
To straighten out, sober up
Settle down and make enough
To make it last and be the one
To be around at home enough
Is it strange to think so much?
I do because I give a f***
And I mean nothing to it
We'll leave home
They won't see us go
And we'll leave alone
They won't dream any more
And I can't fake the fight
It is dark and violent
And you can't fake the fight
It is stark and silent
Forget me not while I
I am still and quiet
Se souvenir de moi
Dans ma tour d'ivoire
And I should listen to the loud and incredible silence
Asking me why I need all of this stuff
And I should listen to the loud and incredible silence
Asking me why I need all of this stuff
I am not the only one without a head full of needs
Doing terrible things and meaningless things and beautiful things
All in all, what feeling feels like
The cupid horrible kind that makes you sense
And wants to be alive and free
The strict that makes you sprite
I wanna know all life and limb and risking fall for everything
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