War Against Ourselves
Oh. Winter's cold
But we walk
We walk
Led by the wind, led by the wind she's warm
As the red king declares, "This is war!"
But I don't want to hurt you love
I don't want to play the knife
Oh the spiders have me caught
Through the doubting storm forget me not
This war against ourselves us getting old
So pack your bags we're going home
But I don't want to hurt you love
I don't want to play the knife
But I don't want to hurt you love
I don't want to play the knife
But we walk
We walk
Led by the wind, led by the wind she's warm
As the red king declares, "This is war!"
But I don't want to hurt you love
I don't want to play the knife
Oh the spiders have me caught
Through the doubting storm forget me not
This war against ourselves us getting old
So pack your bags we're going home
But I don't want to hurt you love
I don't want to play the knife
But I don't want to hurt you love
I don't want to play the knife
Credits
Writer(s): Vian Zaayman
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