Dropped
Children
Are lost in the sand clearing roads with little hands
Trying to join their father's castles together again
Will they make it? Who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend
Shots
Ringing all along the borders can be heard
Comin' down like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air faster than a bird
in the night
Machines
Are winding their way along, looking strong
Building roads and bringing back loads
of building materials
in the night
Men
Are trying to move the boulders on the ground
lines between the different spots that each has found
but back home another scene was going down
in the night
Lust
Comes creepin' through the night to feed on hearts
of suburban wives who learned to pretend
when they met their dreams end
in the night
But I'll never use your love you know I'm not like that
and so if you give your heart to me
I promise to you
whatever we do
that I will always be true
Children
Are lost in the sand clearing roads with little hands
Trying to join their father's castles together again
Will they make it? Who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend