Papermill - This Is Our Battlefield

Is this the theatre
where we must play,
where we must act?
Where I can hear
nothing but silence
lasting for days.
Where I can't lean
out of the curtains
for fear to be seen.

Is this the train
where we must travel,
where we must live?
Where they scare me
all of the things
passing by us,
as they always stay the same
while we're changing
and growing old.

This is our battlefield.
Where we could fight.
Where we could love.
Where we could lose ourselves
ending up almost petrified.
But if we were about to fall
please don't kick my heart
away from your life.
If we were about to fall
please don't kick my heart
away from you.