We Are Books
Album: The Royal We
By: languageroom
By: languageroom
Duration
3:35
Genres
Description
A gritty version of an ode to soldiers... everywhere.
Lyrics
We could run or fold and maybe we'll grow old Or we can stand and fight and maybe we'll survive the night We may feel alone and wish that we were home Or we can move in droves and prove that we're the poet of our souls All of the things I've done that no one understands Make me the way I am The blood on my hands will carry me home We are books that learn. Actions are our words There are those that do and those who are alive because of you All of the things I've done that no one understands Make me the way I am The blood on my hands will carry me home We'll climb up the walls And tarry the wolves They'll rename us all All of the things I've done that no one understands Make me the way I am Everyone here before has made me who I'll always be I'm always home