The words that still remain
Always stay the same
Is grief the price we pay?
The price we pay

You know I tore this page from history
So I could show it to you now
Connect each tiny little compromise
So I can show you how - it works
How it works

In amidst the fading rain washed borders
Deep beneath the muddy fields it just became

The price we pay

In amidst the fading rain washed borders
Deep beneath the muddy fields it just became
Crushed beneath a thousand four leaf clovers
Tiny drops of wasted tears
Are the price we pay