There must be something in the blood we share
Fermented over centuries or something in the air.
Our moody scenery, just wont stop bruising me.
Ive had enough of grey skies raising tears
Another door is closed
I see the fire inside
Another door closed, another door
You know its cold.
The map of bitterness I imagined
Has just brought out the nurse in me -
Or dont you need care ?
I know, theres lots of love
But its all twisted up,
Ive had enough of thunder ringing in my ears
[ here by the fireside, theres a war, a war
Lets blame the war on bad design - dont cry
Here by the fireside, theres a war, a war
Blame the war on you and i
I know theres lots of love
Still its all twisted up ]