Letters from the Front Songtext
von ilyAIMY

I bought a Che Guevara T-shirt
And vowed my revolution
But I have yet to wear it
It′s still hanging in my closet
Beside the blue jeans I had on
When we abandoned our stalemate
I know they're the ones
There′s still ammunition in the pocket
And grass stains on the knees

It would have been easier by bayonet, by bullet
Instead of by degrees
But we always were so stubborn
Waiting on the wait and see
No stomach for execution


Ours is a language of pine cones and razorblades
Codes unbreakable
But this flesh can only take so much
Like the paper of our letters
Like the jeans that are my uniform
We are weaker than we think
More used up than we know
And worn out at the knees

It would have been easier by bayonet, by bullet
Instead of by degrees
But we always were so stubborn
Waiting on the wait and see
No stomach for execution

I am open to suggestion
I am open to solution
And in the quiet between fire
We could trade absolution
Cause I tell you I doubt
That we know what we are doing
And if you see a way out, I will follow you into it
You are not my enemy
You are not my enemy


We get no peace of armistice
From these battles in our hearts
No one gets their way
No one gets away
We are the POWs
Of our abbreviated sin
Wielding our grenades
With all the pins half-in
And we are down upon our knees

It would have been easier by bayonet, by bullet
Instead of by degrees
But we always were so stubborn
Waiting on the wait and see
Waiting on the wait and see
No stomach for execution