Lirieke: Angels and Airwaves. The War.

The ocean is on fire
The sky turned dark again
As the boats came in

And the beaches
Stretched out with soldiers
With their arms and guns
It has just begun

Believe, do you want this?
Believe, do I want this too?

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over?
Why must this
Tear my head, inside out?

And the houses
Laid out like targets
With the deafening sound
We watched them all go down

And the families
Now useless bodies
They lay still black and blue
A gift from us to you

Believe, do you want this?
Believe, do I want this too?

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over?
Why must this
Tear my head, inside out?

Believe
Believe, do you want this too?

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over?
Why must this
Tear my head, inside out?

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over?
Why must this
Tear my head, inside out?