A safe-house room that reeks of lies
A window-framed indifferent sky
Dead letter box is stuffed with dreams
See the dust they left behind
Watch until the light is gone
A candle left to burn too long
While behind the broken door they sound the battle call
Dripping blood from self-inflicted wounds
They twist the facts to match the same old tune
Board up the door
One more defection in an obsolete war
Take a long last look before you leave
Behind the barricades they're in a state of siege
They give the rally cry while their enemies and allies drift away