This Is Who We Are - Her Bright Skies

We could never put this in context

We could never figure this one out

The air is getting colder by the minute

And every moment feels like a thousand years

March through the streets

A splendid parade of death and uncertainty

Kneel when we’re asked to

Face down on the asphalt

March through glass and shattered bricks

Oh, how cautious we walk

Another awkward step

Another broken home

Oh, my god we’re here to write history for a change

'cause this is who we are

Oh, my god now it’s all how it’s supposed to be

For you and me

(who we are)

As the alcohol takes hold we’re still scared to our bones

So let your comforting words burn through the coldest of nights

Grace my cheek when I’m alone