The Cannons and Tanks Songtext
von Small Brown Bike

I know that this might sound strange
But I can′t think of a better way to say that if I could find the words i'd tear them out of my throat
And crush them into your eyes
So I wrote myself a list of things that I′ve been meaning to say
I forced them out of my head, but I can't find your eyes


I try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you
A walk is all that I need
This ambiguity feels like a knife in me
Sixteen blocks without any thanks
I feel that I think the cannons and tanks
All of these wars that I try to explain get defused so many times so I play with my shoes
I've learned to untie them with my eyes

I try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you
Call it a truce
Call it a truce

So I wrote myself a list of things that I′ve been meaning to say
I forced them out of my head, but I can′t find your eyes
I can't find your eyes
Crush them out of my life