The War - Sofia Talvik

I’ve been at so many crossroads

That I’ve forgotten all the turns

And I’ve spent all my money

On ways to wipe out my concerns

But the therapy in a tall glass of gin

Is not something that leaves you blissful within

In the morning

The daylight is broken

Just like the night before

And we keep sending a mayday

That never reaches the shore

The more that you sleep the more tired you get

I try to forgive but it’s hard

When you turn me over

To the war

Turn me over

To the war

The therapy in a tall glass of gin

Is not something that leaves you blissful within

I’ve seen so many faces

With masks made out of clay

So stiff and immobile

Just like the games they play

The more that you sleep the more tired you get

I try to forgive but it’s hard to forget

How good it would feel to be senseless and numb

To not really care at all

When you turn me over

To the war

Turn me over

To the war