Sunday Afternoon - Bombs Away

Up on the rooftops they descend
Didn't think this morning to be the end
Wipe clean sweet slate we can become
It'll be much hotter than the sun
Burn eyes, don't look right at it
Politics Prim proper static
Are much thinner than yours

Trails from the truth they pillow out
Follow with your finger and risk a pout
Didn't leave much notice or fingerprints
Maybe starting over is really the trick
Will the wrong book live to see the dawn?
And the remains will chose to sing along
But it'll be off key

All the noise is nothing new
Howling of the clouds buzzing a blue
But the sirens are drowned but not unlike
Cell phone ring tones and stage fight
'Cept the finality is blanked by the tragedy
And I dare you to tell me the difference

Written by:
Mickey Lyons

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