The ocean is on fire, the sky turned dark again as the boats came in
And the beaches, stretched out with soldiers
With their arms and guns it has just begun

Believe
You want this
Believe
I want this too

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this tear my head
Inside out

And the houses laid out like targets
With the deafening sound
We watched them all go down
And the families now useless bodies
They lay still black and blue
A gift from us to you

Believe
You want this
Believe
I want this too

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this tear my head
Inside out

Believe
Believe
You want this too

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this tear my head
Inside out

Why won't you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this tear my head
Inside out

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Thomas DeLonge