Im tired of good-byes and burials
Friends I have known
Some I just met
Standing around
Its hard to forget - now isnt it?
The war started in bethlehem
A quarrel between holy men
Rockets red glare
Night without end
Burning my eyes
Its hard to forget - now isnt it?
And if our cells are our destiny
I want to be free of biology
You are my friend
But I hurt you, too
It is not what
I intended to do
I saw my love by the restaurant
Diggin for home fries in a garbage can
Ice cream and cake
Sweetness and light
A bottle of wine
Now that would be nice - wouldnt it?