Bill Gregory - After the War

Now after the war
Too late for settling scores
We tore it down
We watched it drown
We pulled it down the stairs

Call it tragic
Call it bad luck
We lost the magic
When we both got stuck
Our world broke
When we'd given in to fear
There's black smoke
Filling up the atmosphere
Better we still had tried

Now after the war
No more pain left to endure
It's all run down
To swollen ground's remains
From our nightmare

Call it tragic
Call it bad luck
We lost the magic
When we both got stuck
Our world broke open
We gave in to fear
Now there's black smoke
Filling up the atmosphere
Better we still had tried

To protect it
Tried to correct it
Tried before digging in
Won't say there's no warning
Can't say it's just dawning
Don't say it's just sinking in
Now after the war

The air is still
There's no more to kill
As we'll rebuild apart

You can call it tragic
Or call it bad luck
How we lost the magic
When we both got stuck
Our world broke
When we'd given in to fear
There's black smoke
Filling up the atmosphere
Better we still had tried

Now after the war

Written by:
Bill Gregory

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