Dear Mom and Dad Here's why I can't come home I can talk to either one of you just fine When it's either one, alone But the Thanksgiving table Is going to be pulled out bigger If we talk at all One of you will pull the trigger I used to run those battle lines Trying to smooth over what got said Trying to get a medal Trying to get some shrapnel in my head Thought it was my duty To plead and to implore But I caught too much crossfire In your covert war Television talks fills the air So you don't have to start You claim your territories in the rooms upstairs To keep yourselves apart Holy days, they bring us all together After so much left unsaid You taught us well not to kick under the table Kick under your breath instead I used to stand between you Trying to smooth over what got said Trying to get a medal Trying to get some shrapnel in my head Thought it was my duty To plead and to implore But I caught too much crossfire In your covert war Of course there was the anger where the love is strong Spilled like gasoline It's crude but it's a power we can draw upon If it fuels the right machine I love you and I'd never want to see you bleed When comments cut like steel So to hold your fire I'd block the shot and take the hit for you As if I could not feel I thought they'd passed right through me And I had no scars to hide Now I open up and try to love And I find they're still inside 'Cause I used to run those battle lines Trying to plead, to implore Please won't you hold the cease fire out a little longer Until the next uproar I took it all in childhood But I can't take it no more 'Cause I caught too much crossfire In your covert war © IRVING MUSIC INC; MIDNIGHT OCEAN BONFIRE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com