Darling, don't you understand
That there are no winners
Metals rung from silken strands
To greet you at the finish
As we're dissolving into the sea
I can only take what I can carry
The counsel's combing through our debris
The treasures we never buried

My love why do you run?
For my hands hold no guns

Darling, though you may pretend
Pretend that you are selfless
You break with but the slightest bend
It leaves you lost and helpless
So to whom will you place the call
In the coldest night of winter?
'Cause numbers change and people fall
And friends they always splinter

My love why do you run?
For my hands hold no guns

My love why do you run?
For my hands hold no guns
They hold no guns
No, not a one

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Writer(s): BENJAMIN D GIBBARD