We are tempted, oh, so tempted to break apart bonds we once made,
Two allies, arms embrace or bring harm,
In peace or invade.
This talk of war might bring us harm,
Talk of ours must be disarmed.
Upon the shore I watch the seagulls fly,
Watch the waves - will just the whales survive?
Between intentions and what’s eventually said, are we just wasting our time?
This talk of war might bring us harm,
Talk of ours must be disarmed.
The autumn leaves rain from barren trees,
Little girl, she dances ‘round my knees,
She’ll wed a king, and on a horse they’ll ride,
Know he will be on time.
This talk of war,
This talk of ours.
He will be on time,
He will be on time,
He will be on time,
He will be on time.
He will be on time,
He will be on time,
He will be on time,
He will be on time.
