Constantly travelling, destination nowhere
Is it a summer of shame? Well, nobody cares
Sometimes I'm crying, but most times I'm not
You should stop all the talking and untie the knots
And the bombs were always falling
They fell long before tonight
The only difference now is...
Constantly travelling, destination unknown
Is it a summer of blame? For things I condone
Sometimes I'm dying but most times I'm here
If you stop all the talking, we can play it by ear
And the bombs were always falling
They fell long before tonight
The only difference now is
They've got the target right
They've got the target right