In Civilian Clothing - Art Of Conversation lyrics

We're strained, left at harbor The more prepared, the more absurd There's someplace that eludes us And wages war in more than words Well there's someplace ‘cause I have a map As the crow flies, I draw a line A crying shame in letters A solemn landscape of lines on a page Wells run dry, lions go untamed We both know where to go to bury the names We both know where to go to carry the weight Nothing is truly bloodless, even if you say it so... even if you say it so Throwing out the babies with the bathwater To sons and daughters The lost art of conversation Has taken a leave of absence I believe Wells run dry, lions go untamed We both know where to go to bury the names We both know where to go to carry the weight