| Song | Kiss the Flag: The Widow |
| Artist | Parabelle |
| Album | Reassembling the Icons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Leave a whisper to get by | |
| And I would gladly let go a life left here afire | |
| Don’t tell me how, his honor | |
| Will still keep him alive and then rattle off something hopeful | |
| Feel this divide? I’m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind; how low | |
| Hold on and pray with all you’ve got | |
| Have so long I’m blistered hurt and tired without a light | |
| You’re on your own if it feels like this tonight | |
| I’m gonna rattle like something’s broke inside | |
| Feel this divide? I’m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind; how low | |
| And I will do the damage it wasn’t my last home | |
| Is this where the faithless go to rise and lay down hope | |
| It’s written on your face it’s sealed in mine | |
| It gets colder by a million times feel so strange | |
| I feel like something’s changed but I feel like something’s got to give | |
| Feel this divide? I’m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind; how low, how low. |
| Leave a whisper to get by | |
| And I would gladly let go a life left here afire | |
| Don' t tell me how, his honor | |
| Will still keep him alive and then rattle off something hopeful | |
| Feel this divide? I' m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind how low | |
| Hold on and pray with all you' ve got | |
| Have so long I' m blistered hurt and tired without a light | |
| You' re on your own if it feels like this tonight | |
| I' m gonna rattle like something' s broke inside | |
| Feel this divide? I' m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind how low | |
| And I will do the damage it wasn' t my last home | |
| Is this where the faithless go to rise and lay down hope | |
| It' s written on your face it' s sealed in mine | |
| It gets colder by a million times feel so strange | |
| I feel like something' s changed but I feel like something' s got to give | |
| Feel this divide? I' m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind how low, how low. |
| Leave a whisper to get by | |
| And I would gladly let go a life left here afire | |
| Don' t tell me how, his honor | |
| Will still keep him alive and then rattle off something hopeful | |
| Feel this divide? I' m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind how low | |
| Hold on and pray with all you' ve got | |
| Have so long I' m blistered hurt and tired without a light | |
| You' re on your own if it feels like this tonight | |
| I' m gonna rattle like something' s broke inside | |
| Feel this divide? I' m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind how low | |
| And I will do the damage it wasn' t my last home | |
| Is this where the faithless go to rise and lay down hope | |
| It' s written on your face it' s sealed in mine | |
| It gets colder by a million times feel so strange | |
| I feel like something' s changed but I feel like something' s got to give | |
| Feel this divide? I' m falling apart | |
| We lived high on better lies | |
| You remind me of that time when freedom | |
| Was our calling home but God chose you a side | |
| And left us all behind how low, how low. |