How Will We Sleep
I'm no man's idol and no man's my king
I was born on the pause of a pendulum swing
My father was quiet
My mother would sing: If you found love in life
You've found everything
Oh, how will we sleep to the crash and the clang
As the hell-bent hell fires burn on in our names?
How will we live: By the dove or the blade?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
I take my hit
I take my bitter pill
But I still spare the rod and the in-for-the-kill
What comes in on a temper goes out on a chill
Do we learn from our past, or just say that we will?
Oh, how will we sleep to the crash and the clang
As the hell-bent hell fires burn on in our names?
How will we live: By the dove or the blade?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Oh, I love my baby
And I love my son
But I won't hold my breath
And I won't hold my tongue
Growing old seemed like death to me when I was young
Now I want to grow old
And I want to belong
Oh, how will we sleep to the crash and the clang
As the hell-bent hell fires burn on in our names?
How will we live: By the dove or the blade?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
I was born on the pause of a pendulum swing
My father was quiet
My mother would sing: If you found love in life
You've found everything
Oh, how will we sleep to the crash and the clang
As the hell-bent hell fires burn on in our names?
How will we live: By the dove or the blade?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
I take my hit
I take my bitter pill
But I still spare the rod and the in-for-the-kill
What comes in on a temper goes out on a chill
Do we learn from our past, or just say that we will?
Oh, how will we sleep to the crash and the clang
As the hell-bent hell fires burn on in our names?
How will we live: By the dove or the blade?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Oh, I love my baby
And I love my son
But I won't hold my breath
And I won't hold my tongue
Growing old seemed like death to me when I was young
Now I want to grow old
And I want to belong
Oh, how will we sleep to the crash and the clang
As the hell-bent hell fires burn on in our names?
How will we live: By the dove or the blade?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Pernice
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