War wages on behind closed doors It's in a book, on the bus, or in the midday paper This is where we find the patient On his way in search of salvation
But his search is lost in the headlines
With hell at his feet Heaven dies to save him Hell at his feet Heaven dies to save the patient
Just come to real life, this is healthy This is real life; this is healthy (x2)
He makes his bed upon the ordinary Afraid to venture far from home But his subtle thoughts are building monuments To his eternity Where years of work are on the line The stakes are unfamiliar He'd rather sit, sit, sit, sit at home To put his mind at ease He has the time of his, he has the time of his life
MODERN LIFE HIDES WAR WELL /x2
We are the patient, this is our story This is our struggle and our glory
We're all hidden by real life We're under the surface We're all hidden by real lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
