American Fights — текст песни (Keepsake)

And it`s all inside your head.
Pictures painted perfect, black and red.
It`s a theme worth fighting for.
And all the lines now have been drawn.
Arousing questions.
No one`s getting hurt.
You`re a patriot of words.
And it`s cloudy all day and you don`t have much to say.
A weakened attempt.
Taking over.
Getting answers.
Take a step.
Irradicate.
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears and grief and constant running hate.

And if I had a dime for every time you cried.
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time.
I`d wake up to a life of crime.

A broken jaw.
A penny lost.
The sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss.
And I know you well.
A sour girl, who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world.
And I hope you`ve bought some time because every minute lost is a minute past your prime; time TV gets you through.
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears and grief and thoughts of twenty-two.

A pseudo-thought.
I`m getting lost.
The taste of blood.
American fights hurt so much.
And I can`t believe, you`re getting up.
The cost of living everywhere it just went up.

And if I had a dime for every time you cried.
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time.
I`d wake up to a life of crime.