The Cannon and Tanks Songtext

von Small Brown Bike

I know that this might sound strange,
But I can't think of a better way to say that if I could find the words i'd tear them out of my throat
And crush them into your eyes.
So I wrote myself a list of things that i've been meaning to say.
I forced them out of my head, but I can't find your eyes.
I try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you.
A walk is all that I need;
This ambiguity feels like a knife in me.
Sixteen blocks without any thanks,
I feel that I think the cannons and tanks.
All of these wars that I try to explain get defused so many times so I play with my shoes,
I've learned to untie them with my eyes.
I try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you.
Call it a truce, crush them out of my life.