History, Now

Born into a fight

An inherited war

Born to children left over from wars before wars and the wars before

You do see a pattern right

Yet somehow our love doesn't die

What do we do

With this history now

Do we go in like a surgeon

Do we go in like a bomb

How do we dismantle the sorrow and rage

And pick up our scars off the ground

Those girls and boys who died and lived for us

So we could speak and love and be with you now

You do see a pattern right

Yet somehow our love doesn't die

What do we do

With this history now

Do we go in like a surgeon

Do we go in with boots on the ground

What do we do

With this history now

Do we go in like a surgeon

Do we go in like a bomb

Will you help me dismantle the sorrow

And dig up the stars off the ground

Those girls and boys who died and lived for us

So we could speak and love and be with you

So we could speak and love and be with you

So we could speak and love and be with you now