The Outline
Текст песни Tragic Times

For fear that all should fall,
The warriors we praise
For fear that love should fail,
Defenders of the gaze

We'll be better when you're gone
We'll be happy when you're sleeping
When the ghosts that I have drawn
Can quit their quiet creeping

These are tragic times
If you think we'll let it slide,
You're dead wrong
I've been up all night
Just trying to decide
How to be strong

I'm hardly a man,
The way I run from fear
And drown my sorrows
In fair weather peers

We'll be better when you're gone
We'll be happy when you're sleeping
When the ghosts that I have drawn
Can quit their quiet creeping

These are tragic times
If you think we'll let it slide,
You're dead wrong
I've been up all night
Just trying to decide
How to be strong

These are tragic times
If you think we'll let it slide,
You're dead wrong
I've been up all night
Just trying to decide
How to be strong