Trumpets and Violins

I want the trumpets and violins to play
I want revolvers and adrenaline today
I want solutions and kingdoms of love
Don’t want confusion in these black walls
But still, we stare into the fall leaves
Still falling from the trees
I was the first to call it off
To put them back and light the sun again
I want the dances and the shoes to match
I want the radio and you to be my catch
I want the world to move an inch from where I stand
To put defenses down and invite the band
No need to sob for the scars
I took it back and so can you
I’ve seen your eyes more sad than this
So fuck the shit and sign the list
I was born and then I died
It’s just the story of a million lives
They live for glory and then they die
Oh, why?
I was born and then I’ll die
It’ll be the story of my boring life
But still I know I’ve done something right