This Means War - The Beloved

Just to say that we believed now we are forgettin'

Your dismay won’t be appeased

By more of this blood-lettin' at all

Just part of the rise and the fall

And we spend lots of time sittin' round in circles concentrating

Down the line, homeward bound, you decide and I’ll fill the date in

So how can you say that you don’t miss me?

When all your dismay says, «Oh, could this be?»

Oh, but how can you say that you don’t miss me?

When all your dismay says, «Oh, could this be war?»

Oh, you could hammer on the door to get back in

Until your fists are raw

Let this be one you will not win

So how can you say that you don’t miss me?

When all your dismay says, «Oh, could this be?»

Oh, but how can you say that you don’t miss me?

When all your dismay says, «Oh, could this be war?»

Oh, how can you say that you don’t miss me?

When all your dismay says, «Oh, could this be war?»

Oh, how can you say that you don’t miss me?

When all your dismay says, «Oh, could this be war?»

Could this be war?