Talk of Surrender

Your armored weight could level an empire.

With brittle ends all twisted in barbed wire.

I don't care what they say, nothing is fair in love and war.

All across the horizon the flags are torn.

I've set wheels in motion that can't be taken back.

Your slender frame, all wild in exile.

The assassins search, but your trail went cold while...

The film maker made his story, and now the band has their muse.

The troops are lined up and loaded, burning through their fuses.

And it hurt me.

Yeah it hurt me.

Fools rush in, but there's really no rush.

I learned that lesson.  From a fool who didn't say enough.

One who found a safe harbour in a shelter of silent grace.

With your tiny frame ... in Carolina blue.

I've set wheels in motion that have nothing to do with you.

A disarming offensive with a lack of fortitude,

And that might’ve killed me.

Yeah it might’ve killed me.

All through the ranks, there's talk of surrender.

I couldn't find it in me to finally pull the trigger,

And it killed me.  Yeah it killed me.