sometimes birds fall and leave you behind cold rhymes sound right but leave you in time i saw fog fall frozen by design in 54 bombs war nothing left to find dreams end only once they never let you be this time we pursue our destruction mutually undressed no shoes will you bury me underneath i am true to cold war between you and me its automatic its diplomatic its automatic its diplomatic you cant just say this war is wrong red brick white stone have held us for so long if mountains never end what lies beyond pretty thing you cant imagine is already gone its automatic its diplomatic its automatic its diplomatic