Punks And Poets

It's an alliteration
Punks and poets
Praying for no pain
It's just a hopeful destination
Saints and sinners
They're laughing all the same

See, I don't mind what you have to say
Got your finger on the trigger and that's ok
I have never been one to run with the bullets in my hand
You've been looking for a reason
To tear it all down and I don't understand why

If it's all just the same
We could watch it burn
Or live instead

Can you feel the calling in the air?
Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear

We the people, in order to find a more perfect place to be
Need to forget all the shit that they are wanting us to see
Who said it's beautiful? Why don't we know?
Cut down a flower in bloom, what's the use?

Oh, I can feel it, there's a new love on the way

Can you feel the calling in the air?
Let's pretend there's nothing left to fear (to fear)

Can you feel it calling?

It's an alliteration
Punks and poets
Praying for no pain
It's just a hopeful destination
Saints and sinners
They're laughing all the same