Green hills and enemies
These things they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
[ .. . ]These things they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste
The air in your lungs
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes
And all is undone
You whisper prayers into the dark
Up to a god in whom you've never believed
You always do
You split the secret up six ways
But it won't make it any easier to see
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
Its hard to do but they're so sweet
