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I picked up broken pieces of clean white eggshell
And thought how home is where the heart is heavy
You keep your notebook locked away like a Daniel in your den
But can your words tame lions, can you save this man again?

But what is worth saving
when all we do is destroy
the things we love most in the world
Well these are just the times compiled

We sleep with sleepless mothers, naïve fathers, lonely sons,
We lift our praises higher than we’d ever raise a gun.
You keep a light on just in case there’s a man in the closet again
The sleepless lead the weakest to try and save the minds of the men

But what is worth saving
when all we do is destroy
the things we love most in the world
Well these are just the times compiled

It’s always in the underlining, it’s never in the silver lining
It’s always in the underlining, it’s never in the silver lining
I know he’s lost his marbles
And I know he’s lost his guns
What we gain in hindsight
Should never lead to tasteless puns
It’s always in the underlining, it’s never in the silver lining
It’s always in the underlining, when will we find our silver lining?
I know I don’t know

But what is worth saving
when all we do is destroy
the things we love most in the world
Well these are just the times compiled

But what is worth saving
when all we do is destroy
the things we love most in the world
Well these are just the times compiled

I picked up broken pieces of clean white eggshell
and thought how home is where the heart is heavy