Story Behind the Song
This song deals with a post "9/11"
need for and lack of understanding.
Lyrics
Calm grows cold,
the bombs drop by one by one.
and the wars of old,
spread wings, and fly...
in a clear blue sky.
Injuries told,
can you sew back the pieces
of me one by one?
Grab your needle of gold,
take aim, let fly...
in a clear blue sky.
Crack my head and wash my eyes
let's see if something new slips in,
something wise maybe something sacred, I don't know how would I know?
Medicines bold, I'll swallow your remedies
one by one,
do you make 'em from mold,
or from dreams of flyin'
in a clear blue sky?
Hug my head and kiss my eyes
let's see if something new slips in,
something warm, something
to wash away hatred,
I don't know how would I know?
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