Everything Is Eventual - Jason Reeves

Birds are bullets from flower guns

And ships are anchors and planes are bombs

When the war is over we are gone

Will our love live on

And buldings burning and disintegrate

And trees like armies redominate

With the concreate craking

And silent streets

Reveals the beauty beneath

Reveals the beauty beneath

When we leave

When we leave

When summer rains go dead and drown

And tanks are treasures beneath the ground

When walls dividing are broken down

Will our souls be found

And streetlight stars that coat the dawn

And clouds stop crying their endless song

When (???) can belong

Will our love be gone?

Will our love be gone?

And we deserve our fate

Yes it is too late

We deserve our fate

We deserve it

We deserve it

And birds are bullets from flower guns

And ships are anchors and planes are bombs

When war is over and we are gone

Will our love live on?