The end of a war, the evidence was blocking out the floor
The curtains are closed to block out the prying eyes
Oh, for the shame untold
God I hope so
Oh, your face went whiter than white
I couldn't bear to see you standing there
Oh, this changes all we've ever known
And if it's so then we can start again
We do terrible things, and we're terrible people
Yes we are, we are, we are
Tender and slow, you whispered it slow, slow, slow...
Its like when you fall, and you cant be sure when the floor is arriving.
The helpless, the lost, the shock to your bones can never be mended

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