The Smith Street Band - Don't Mention the War lyrics
[The Smith Street Band - Don't Mention the War lyrics]
I woke up out the window I'd kind
Of planned on waking up with you
And the posters cover the
Walls like sticking plasters
On scabs while I pretended to sleep
In case someone came home
And I don't want to speak I want to be alone
Let's just sit beside each other and
Not mention the war
Not speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll our
Eyes at anyone that isn't us
And the walls they close in
And your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to
Get your timesheet filled
And the razor you bought from the market
Is teasing me rusted on the floor
And the bit's we ripped off the carpet leave
Splintered wood that makes my feet sore
And as the traffic slows down outside
They all ignore the sunshine
They drive from indoors to indoors
And don't mention the war
Don't speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll their
Eyes at anyone that isn't them
And the walls they close in and
Your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to
Get your timesheet filled
And what's the right part to start to change
When I want nothing of me the same?
Isn't this supposed to be summer?
Isn't this supposed to be everything at once?
And they said it wouldn't be so easy to
Fall quickly in and out of love
What's the point in trying to change? None
Of this can stay the same
Just don't mention the war
Don't speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll your
Eyes at anyone that isn't you
And the walls they close in and
Your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to
Get your timesheet filled
Of planned on waking up with you
And the posters cover the
Walls like sticking plasters
On scabs while I pretended to sleep
In case someone came home
And I don't want to speak I want to be alone
Let's just sit beside each other and
Not mention the war
Not speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll our
Eyes at anyone that isn't us
And the walls they close in
And your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to
Get your timesheet filled
And the razor you bought from the market
Is teasing me rusted on the floor
And the bit's we ripped off the carpet leave
Splintered wood that makes my feet sore
And as the traffic slows down outside
They all ignore the sunshine
They drive from indoors to indoors
And don't mention the war
Don't speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll their
Eyes at anyone that isn't them
And the walls they close in and
Your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to
Get your timesheet filled
And what's the right part to start to change
When I want nothing of me the same?
Isn't this supposed to be summer?
Isn't this supposed to be everything at once?
And they said it wouldn't be so easy to
Fall quickly in and out of love
What's the point in trying to change? None
Of this can stay the same
Just don't mention the war
Don't speak of the struggle
Deny the divorce and always roll your
Eyes at anyone that isn't you
And the walls they close in and
Your world gets smaller still
There are better ways to
Get your timesheet filled