They’ve postponed the peace talks again
Because the holy of holies is no longer in
Ear to the ground as the peasant girls cry
And the red dust cakes in the corner of their eyes
They’ve postponed the peace talks again
Where would I be if I could own this land?
Leave the struggles in somebody else’s hands
Barbed wire fences and checkpoint Charlies
Stranded by the road hauling bales of barley
Where would I be if I could own this land?
Where if it wasn’t true
I can’t find the language to speak to you
Greet the morning with a single purpose, just to stay alive
Simple pleasures are forsaken across the green line
Of bombs and buses and cannibal mines
Of the information flowing over telephone lines
If nothing is forgiven then nothing ever ends
Heartbeat of a nation killed trying to defend
If nothing is forgiven it will never end
You can take my hand I won’t tell a soul
Usher in the glory of the black and white films of old
Steal myself a heartache in the deepest dark
Long forgotten fountain down in Balaban Park
You can take my hand I won’t tell a soul
credits
from Kissing the Sea on the Lips,
released March 1, 2012
Tim Breon - bass
Billy Matlack, Jr. - drumset
Easy Marc Tomeo - steel guitar
Stacey Shaw - harmony vocals
BK - lead vocals, background vocals, guitars, synthesizers, piano, drum programming
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