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Intro
Static humming in the wires Choosing sides inside the fire
Verse 1
Drawing lines across the dusty floor We don't talk to neighbors anymore Got the colors pinned against the wall Waiting for the hammer just to fall Red flags moving to the eastern gate Lock the hinges, don't be running late See the shadows stretching out so thin Nobody is letting strangers in
Chorus
Red tribe to the right side Leave the left out in the cold Watch the coming high tide Stories that were never told
Verse 2
Barbed wire fence along the garden bed Filtering the words that we just said I can see the smoke across the hill Everything is moving, standing still Right hand heavy on the iron key Left side staring at the heavy sea Broken glass is shining in the dirt Counting up the people that we hurt
Bridge
No one wins the shouting match Striking down the final patch Colors bleed until they're grey Throw the rest of us away
Verse 3
Now the wall is twenty cubits high Casting shadows on a hollow sky Red tribe sitting on a golden throne Left side walking through the dark alone Silence is the only thing we share Heavy weight inside the winter air Final warning written on the gate Seal the border, it is far too late
Chorus
Red tribe to the right side Leave the left out in the cold Watch the coming high tide Stories that were never told
Bridge
No one wins the shouting match Striking down the final patch Colors bleed until they're grey Throw the rest of us away
Chorus
Red tribe to the right side Leave the left out in the cold Watch the coming high tide Stories that were never told
Chorus
Red tribe to the right side Leave the left out in the cold Watch the coming high tide Stories that were never told
Outro
Right tribe, left side Nowhere left to hide
Inside the recording
Static humming in the wires Choosing sides inside the fire
Red tribe to the right side Leave the left out in the cold
Right tribe, left side Nowhere left to hide
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