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Smoke on the horizon
Ash in the afternoon sun
Sirens like a lullaby
For the ones who try to run
Quiet kitchen
Shaking glass
Hands still stained with yesterday
Grandpa folds his flag again
Says
"It always ends this way"
Explosions in the distance
War is coming
War is close
But I keep breathing
Keep insisting
We're not just names on some old ghost
Explosions in the distance
Rattle pictures on the wall
If war is coming
If it's coming
I won't bow
I won't crawl
News plays on a cracked screen
Red maps
Lines they'll never cross
Mom keeps counting canned food
Like it might pay back the loss
Kids draw tanks in crayon
On the back of unpaid bills
Laugh too loud to hear the fear
Rolling over all these hills
Explosions in the distance
War is coming
War is close
But I keep breathing
Keep insisting
We're not just names on some old ghost
Explosions in the distance
Rattle pictures on the wall
If war is coming
If it's coming
I won't bow
I won't crawl
If the sky turns black
If the streets turn red
We'll write our names
On what's left instead
Hand in hand
In the shaking air
Every heartbeat
Is a flare
Explosions in the distance
War is coming
War is close
Still I'm screaming
Still resisting
You can't cancel out our hopes
Explosions in the distance
Rattle pictures on the wall
If war is coming
If it's coming
We'll stand up