Paroles: States (The). Multiply Not Divide. 100 Years War.

We could make this work. We could make this beautiful. The silence descends on the world. Like music that nobody heard. A sadness that flickered and passed. And why don't I ever fight back? We could make this hurt. We could make that beautiful. The silence descends on the world. Like music that nobody heard. A sadness that flickered and passed. And why don't I ever fight back? [All we make is all we have is all we are] I know what you're thinking. Your bright eyes are sinking. A second...a second...is that all we get? We could make this war. Could we make that beautiful? We have made this war. And everything is so beautiful.