Words Were the Wars - Lowell

ooohhhhhhhhhh

let the steam blow off the lake

I know its cold out there, my voice it …

and you were once back in my brain

I was honestly fine before you came

and I dont need 'em anymore

theese lips youve given me

they’re yours to keep

you can throw them back to sea

I dont need 'em anymore

theese words you’ve given me

they’re yours they’re yours

those words with wars

with wars