A sharp escape

Last night I met a girl, two words were barely spoke
Woke up in her bed, as sunlight slowly broke
We reminisced for a little time
I asked her if she would be mine
The next thing I was picking up my clothes

I walk these lonely streets, where love is seldom found
Questioning if life, is for the dead and bound
No guns, tanks or bombs, but the war keeps rolling on
Maybe my faith will die young

And it feels like we’re undercover, waiting for our day
And every little dream’s a sharp escape

I serenade myself, when life brings troubled times
Playing all those songs, that satisfy my mind
Born to win or born to lose? I just can’t decide
I’m stranded in the corridors of my mind

I could never bare to see your crying eyes
Tell me all your troubles, that others choose to hide
No guns, tanks or bombs, but the war keeps rolling on
Maybe my faith will die young