Tragic Times - The Outline

For fear that all should fall

The warriors we praise

For fear that love should fail

Defenders of the gaze

We’ll be better when you’re gone

We’ll be happy when you’re sleeping

When the ghosts that I have drawn

Can quit their quiet creeping

These are tragic times

If you think we’ll let it slide, you’re dead wrong

I’ve been up all night

Just trying to decide how to be strong

I’m hardly a man

The way I run from fear

And drown my sorrows

In fair weather peers

We’ll be better when you’re gone

We’ll be happy when you’re sleeping

When the ghosts that I have drawn

Can quit their quiet creeping

These are tragic times

If you think we’ll let it slide, you’re dead wrong

I’ve been up all night

Just trying to decide how to be strong

These are tragic times

If you think we’ll let it slide, you’re dead wrong

I’ve been up all night

Just trying to decide how to be strong