Public Grieving Songtext
von The Armed

There′s two games we're playing
And am I the only one who sees it′s either
Sport of measure, sport of form?

Attention or freedom?
Which was it that justified the ancients of Jura
Who burned a million pounds?

No right or wrong

Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all
Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all, I can feel it

Unto...
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all, I can feel it
Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all


There's two games we're playing
And am I the only one
Who sees there′s but a single piece on either board?

Where′d we go wrong?

Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all, I can feel it...
Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all, I can feel it...

Unto...
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all, I can feel it
Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all, and the vigor of all
And a fear of it all

Don't let me down
Don′t let me down
Don't let me down
Don′t let me down
Don't let me die...
Don′t let me die...