Peace Is a Delicate Thing Songtext
von Grant‐Lee Phillips

Wolves in the chamber
Rage in their eyes, scandalous hours
The violence of lies
We′re all walking razor's edge tonight

Choirs of anger, horrible dream
Windows shattered, a rifle that sings
And tears through the heavens
All the white stars ricocheting

Pow, like a rifle that sings
Peace is a delicate thing
Like snow on the ground
Peace is a delicate thing


Only a mirror
A reflection of us
The deeper you peer
The worse it becomes
The deeper you venture
How dark it becomes
How dark it becomes

Pow, like a rifle that sings
Peace is a delicate thing
Like snow on the ground
Peace is a delicate thing

Peace is a beautiful thing

Peace is a delicate thing