Lyrics

It's coldest now in the canopy
waiting for the sun
quietly breathing through the leaves
the gentle pre-dawn dark
we'll focus on the stars
focus on the stars
and not their lost pathetic war
and not their lost pathetic war
and not their lost pathetic war
and not their lost pathetic war
the morning comes in shards
of brilliant lightning sparks
that fail to hit their mark
just the sound of our alarms
and the rattling of sabers
the rattling of sabers
rattling sabers