Washing My Face

Couldn't listen to songs
All the songs so full of hope
Couldn't feel much at all
Didn't know how to cope

Watching cities collapse
Little hands reach from a train
People fleeing their homes
From bombs that fall like rain, it drives you insane

Washing my face
While the world is on fire
And I'm washing my face
On a funeral pyre
Next to you

Saw a woman pushed down
By a life that slipped away
She was mourning her loss
And surrounded by birds of prey

Saw a man pound his chest
We had made him feel so small
So he put up a fight
And started up a global brawl
It swallowed them all

Washing my face
While the world is on fire
And I'm washing my face
On a funeral pyre
Next to you

What else can I do
Next to you
What else can I do
What else can I do
What else can I do
What else can I do



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Rushing
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