There must be something in the blood we share

Fermented over centuries or something in the air.

Our moody scenery, just won't stop bruising me.

I've had enough of grey skies raising tears

Another door is closed

I see the fire inside

Another door closed, another door

You know it's cold.

The map of bitterness i imagined

Has just brought out the nurse in me -

Or don't you need care ?

I know, there's lots of love

But it's all twisted up,

I've had enough of thunder ringing in my ears



[ here by the fireside, there's a war, a war

Let's blame the war on bad design - don't cry

Here by the fireside, there's a war, a war

Blame the war on you and i

I know there's lots of love

Still it's all twisted up ]