Public Grieving Lyrics – The Armed
There’s two games we’re playing…
And am I the only one who sees it’s either
Sport of measure?
Sport of form?
Attention or freedom?
Which was it that justified
The ancients of Jura
Who burned a million pounds?
No right or wrong
Unto the night sands…
With a fear of it all
And the vigor of all
And a fear of it all
I can feel it…
There’s two games we’re playing…
And am I the only one
Who sees there’s but a single
Piece on either board?
Where’d we go wrong?
Unto the night sands…
With a fear of it all
And the vigor of all
And a fear of it all
I can feel it…
Don’t let me down…
Don’t let me die…