Текст песни «Cut City - Statues»

This is a sight for sore eyes
A lesser dispute turned inside-out
There are words to pull us out of this one
But they were lost so many years ago
This is a sight for sore eyes
Back to rid our days of any sentiment

And explanations are hard to come by here
Lying is a privilege when you're honest

We better hope that statues don't come alive
The dreams will clot our lives
Deny our minds