What price for ghosts of armies
Laid bare in your republic?
This is a song about a hundred and sixty-two year war
It slow-beats on its nations
This sunlight stains the day long
Its shadow stretches from here
It's shaping what scares us 

We [bad word] from them
They [bad word] for us

Close my eyes, break us up
To figure it out and start again
Who has won this battle 
Who has won the battle? 
We are day 
And the day will recoil from the touch of the night

I can't see the things you really want me to
I'll see it another day.