The Score Songtext
von Chris Walla

You′ve got the pen
We've done the typing
Why can′t you get us home for good?
Let's put it in writing
On and on, we argue so
The sirens blare and the whistles blow 'til
We cannot hear anymore
This is the score

Oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh-whoa
Oh, whoa-oh, oh


We′ve both been there
Why are we both fighting?
Why do we prance our little flag around
As if we′re not fighting?
On and on we've bled so long now
The water′s rise, and our limbs are gone, and
We cannot swim anymore
This is the score

Oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh-whoa

Now on the chase
Our collars are falling
Two nations removed from where
The resistance is calling
On and on, we're fractured now
Bandages shape those children howling
On and on, no end in sight, no drawdown
No life for any company to see

Oh, whoa-oh, oh
Oh, whoa-oh, oh
Oh, whoa-oh, oh
Oh, whoa-oh, oh

This is the score