Curt Smith Follow

What are we fighting for
What am I trying to restore by taking aim at you
It's not that I need the best
I want you to see I long to be successfully repressed

I don't know why we fall

What are we fighting for
Why do I always ask for more than this day can provide
When did I lose your trust
Why do I choose to justify this dirty little war

I don't know why we fall

There was a time when I believed in providence
Where is that confidence now
I see the world sideways and I'm falling off again
Into our rarely-go-round

What am I waiting for
Isn't this where we fade to black as you walk out the door
If I'm so damn sure
What are these tears I try to cheerfully ignore

There was a time when I believed in providence
Where is that confidence now
I see the world sideways and I'm falling off again
Into our rarely-go-round
There was a time when I thought our salvation lied
In the nights intimate heat
My anger's contagious my wishes outrageous
But dreams are my only relief

I'm revolving, gravity keeps calling
Falling, into our rarely-go-round
Into our rarely-go-round
Into our rarely-go-round

(What are we fighting for)

When all the anger's gone
Who's lost and who has won
And dare we ask ourselves
Who are we fighting