Enemies from Texturas by Lynne Martin

Enemies

Our runaway train
Smashed under the rain
With that invisible chain,
My energy is drained

The enemies of love are
Digging into this war
With their blooded gloves
They've killed the whore

Their vision is so lame
The Empire will not prevail
March with your guns and
Your sharp tongues

And let the intoxicating air fill your lungs with despair
While the lovers plan their next run to Honeytown
Fire your thoughts of self-centered desire
Is that all you can acquire?


You're just gonna end up insane
And cause so much pain
To the lovers that still remain
The enemies of love are
entering through the cracked walls
Where the lovers thought were alone

The unprotected source is splashing love through the doors
Drink, preserve every drop and build up a wall
Where the grass grows through the cobblestones
And us lovers will remain unhurt in our loss

But hey babe,
All the directions we've taken
We've never been mistaken
The next train is coming
So we better start running

I know there ain't much time
for a warning...

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