The Dø - Sparks



It blows the night
It's just the start
I'm not surprised
They shoot us all

We like to keep
Some places wild
Like battlefields
Where no one fights

The road that we share
The air that we breathe
The treasures that we hide
Here and there

The ashes of love
The signals of hate
The plays and the crumbling skies

And if someone comes and shows up at the door
No one will be there to answer anymore

We have it on tape now

A building decade
We lifted ...
Overhead

What everyone knows
But never admits
We play by the rules
This time
We're holding on
We're standing strong
We wrote the line
We won't divide
We like to keep
Some places wild