| Song | We Want War |
| Artist | These New Puritans |
| Album | Hidden |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Some of these trees have been growing for years | |
| the leaves on the floor must be five metres deep | |
| the paths are a labyrinth or even a trap | |
| some tides don't turn some things never come back. | |
| Secret recordings were made in the marsh | |
| I bore a hole in the tree just to see | |
| Knights dance in molecules, here's Gallahad | |
| They're rising back up, they're rising back up. | |
| Shadows dance back up, it's happening again | |
| If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: | |
| "We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know" | |
| (And that the Thames flows beneath the grass�) | |
| Can't you see them floating like black ash? | |
| Can't you feel them crawling down your back? | |
| Can't you feel them breathing down your neck? | |
| Sea breeze, sea breeze. |
| Some of these trees have been growing for years | |
| the leaves on the floor must be five metres deep | |
| the paths are a labyrinth or even a trap | |
| some tides don' t turn some things never come back. | |
| Secret recordings were made in the marsh | |
| I bore a hole in the tree just to see | |
| Knights dance in molecules, here' s Gallahad | |
| They' re rising back up, they' re rising back up. | |
| Shadows dance back up, it' s happening again | |
| If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: | |
| " We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words but they' re scrambled and broken so you' ll never know" | |
| And that the Thames flows beneath the grass | |
| Can' t you see them floating like black ash? | |
| Can' t you feel them crawling down your back? | |
| Can' t you feel them breathing down your neck? | |
| Sea breeze, sea breeze. |
| Some of these trees have been growing for years | |
| the leaves on the floor must be five metres deep | |
| the paths are a labyrinth or even a trap | |
| some tides don' t turn some things never come back. | |
| Secret recordings were made in the marsh | |
| I bore a hole in the tree just to see | |
| Knights dance in molecules, here' s Gallahad | |
| They' re rising back up, they' re rising back up. | |
| Shadows dance back up, it' s happening again | |
| If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: | |
| " We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words but they' re scrambled and broken so you' ll never know" | |
| And that the Thames flows beneath the grass | |
| Can' t you see them floating like black ash? | |
| Can' t you feel them crawling down your back? | |
| Can' t you feel them breathing down your neck? | |
| Sea breeze, sea breeze. |