Please let the sharp piercing light through the window. Nothing like the smell from my tree house in the morning. Nothing like the feeling that we’re backed up against a wall. Nothing like the feeling that we’ve been through this before. We go to work in new cars. Make money from what I love. Bombs gave me my meaning. You say we’ll live forever. Bombs gave me my meaning. Say it ‘cause you mean it, ‘cause you feel it and you’re breathing. There’s silence in the courtrooms in the schoolyards in the streets. Slyly hidden away in the draw beside your bedside. “Sorry” doesn’t say what you came back here to say. We go to work in new cars. Make money from what I love. Bombs gave me my meaning. You say we’ll live forever. Bombs gave me my meaning.