Ripples in the Spectral Seas

You want a world war
We don't want your war
You want a world war, but we don't want your war

A little birdie once told me that I should never ever judge a book by its cover
A little birdie once told me to go back to the drawing board to draw up anothe
Marble pattern melting vanish view
What goes up must come down, down, down upon you

We keep fighting
We keep fighting for scriptures as fixtures made from sand while there are waves of stars with beautiful ripples in the atmosphere, and there is not so much as give a damn

Playing possum with the cannon lamp to hide from makers of the gravestone camp
For all intents and purposes they would like to rain on our parade
Hopping on a wild goose chase while the pot only holds fools gold, and the rainbow's hues have changed in oh so many ways
These boundary lines are manmade and leading us astray

We need poetic songs and aromatic rain
Time we remind direction of this north bound train, and start shelving violence once again

You want a world war
We don't want your war
You want a world war, but we don't want your war
You want a world war
We don't want your war
You want a world war, but we don't want your war
You want a world war