Strange World The Rare Occasions

Distant sirens at the break of dawn
In the rubble that remains of who I was
Walls that held stories and our dreams
Walls that crumble in the face of fury

Careful what you keep inside your heart
When there seems to be no end and no start
A spinning circle of revenge
And it goes until the streets are painted red

I’ll see you in the summertime
If I’m alive

Shattered hope beyond repair
As the rockets rain down from the air
A thousand years of ash beneath our feet
Still the flowers grow along the battered streets

And all the clouds that dance across the sky
All the people left with promise in their eyes
Wondering how long this will go on
While they’re staring down the barrel of a gun

I’ll see you in the summertime
If I’m alive