everything is eventual
reeves, jason
when birds are bullets from flower guns
when ships are anchors and planes are bombs
when the war is over and we are gone
the buildings burning and disintegrate
and trees like armies we dominate
with the concrete cracking in silent streets
reveals the beauty beneath
reveals the beauty beneath
when submarines go dead and drown
when takes are treasures beneath the ground
when walls dividing are broken down
when streetlight stars echo the dawn
and clouds stop crying their endless song
when animals run to and can belong
birds are bullets from flower guns
and ships are anchored and planes are bombs
when love is over and we are gone