Guns - Mode Moderne

I find it hard to come back to this place when lives won’t change

its so strange to draw lines in the sand

with our guns in our hands

and our hearts on the bend

my dearest friend, lapin

Its so hard to end up at this place but lives would not change

now comes the time to draw lines in the sand

drop our guns from our hands

have the faith to understand

it’s a means with many ends

Its so hard not to see your face but lives must change

it was so hard to lay down at her side

with your heart on my mind

and your form not far behind

oh how I yearn to be alive