Marchers in Orange - Guided By Voices

The white lines are tracers for the facers of the aftermath

Positioned in the situation, lost in battles of love

Not returning, still learning, unborn, unhatched

Yet, but wait: it’s time to collide, decide, if you will

A purpose for the marchers in orange

And still a circus for the children in disguise

Throwing bones to the drug-sniffing dogs

Protecting what we’ve come to know as ours

For the colors we wear in our dreams

For the flags we fly in our films