Strawman

Is this a first love?

Cause I feel so old

War-weary I lay down

In the middle of the road

Snowflakes are falling

On my stricken bones

I am a strawman

I'm skin and stones

And I fall down and we break ground

I drown in green-gray eyes

My hands grow cold

Can't be controlled

We built this twisted lie

If this is new love

Why does it run so deep?

White flags surrender

In fitful sleep

Restless and reckless

Can we be destroyed?

A tilted shelter

To block the noise

And I fall down and we break ground

I drown in green-gray eyes

My hands grow cold

Can't be controlled

You built this twisted lie

Is this a first love?

Why do I feel so low?

Taunting my brain stream

Ages ago

Is this a new fling

We must explode?

We are a fast train

That can't be slowed

And I fall down and we break ground

I drown in green-gray eyes

My hands grow cold

Can't be controlled

I built this twisted lie

A twisted lie