Drums and Shotguns
ADAM J. RUBENSTEIN, DAVID V. MOORE
Rise, but keep quiet
Something stirs outside
It's got me frightened
Drums and shotguns keep me awake
Tonight from all the fighting
(And this is nothing like I thought it might be)
This is my refuge, awake
At last darkness tuck away with me
Out into the night's perfume
If over the hills you hear cries
They'll never touch you
Sleep, the sun is creeping over a bleeding sky
I hear no fighting
Drums and shotguns slipped away
This time when in crept morning
Rise, but scream like fire
And in the night reside
Dance beneath the lightening
Drums and shotguns
Sing me to sleep tonight
The sweet sound of fighting
(And this is nothing like I thought it might be)
This is my refuge, awake and I keep hoping
