The Sound of Our Guns - The Mountains

So I will fail again

Tonight I sleep with open eyes

Here comes the bitterness

That doesn’t end until someone dies

And if you find me here you know I’ll never need to lie

At night our fireworks paint coloured patterns in the sky

I’ve seen you dance on broken glasses

But I’ve never heard you laugh before

Sometimes I wonder if the feelings really die

How soft a bullet seems to slide

And how they echo through the night

As if they never will arrive

I never realized you had so many secret lives

(And I forget from time to time that you were right)

But all my many selves sometimes took pleasure in your knives

(But I recall you always tag along for fights)

We’re gonna take on ancient lovers

With our cold and tender arms tonight

Sometimes I wonder if the feelings really die

How soft a bullet seems to slide

And how they echo through the night

As if they never will arrive

Just listen to the sound

Just listen to the sound

Just listen to the sound

The sound of our guns

Just listen to the sound

The sound of our guns