The Good Fight

The way that things are going now
I won’t find a place to keep our clothes
As softly as a kettle drum
Thunder in the night is but a groan
'Til we leave home
And they won’t see us go
And frightened is no way to fall
At least become a renegade and brawl
Well I am young and taking arms against a sea of troubles of my own
When we leave home
They won’t see us go
Am I calm enough? Big enough?
Brave enough? Bad enough?
To straighten out, sober up
Settle down and make enough
To make it last and be the one to be around at home enough?
Is it strange to think so much? I do because I give a fuck
And I mean nothing to it
We’ll leave home
They won’t see us go
And we’ll leave alone
They won’t dream any more
And I can’t fake the fight
It is dark and violent
And you can’t fake the fight
It is stark and silent
Forget me not while I
I am still and quiet
Se souvenir de moi
Dans ma tour d’ivoire