Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott / If it Ain't Broke

If we consider things that silence brings And finesse our calculations... Wrought with metaphor, they all want something more Did we learn to remember? We fill the killing room ad infinitum We work with ghosts all the time One is red, one is blue, one is just like you Lest we forget, history rhymes Today is a special day to forget what they say Did we learn to remember? If we walk through the snow to help with letting go And finesse our calculations... I've read many pages, it's the same throughout the ages I work with ghosts all the time One is seen, one is true, one is still just you Let me repeat: history rhymes There are more questions to be asked of the latest iconoclast We've ascertained a cannon blast and details of a sordid past When weeping becomes safe again we'll cry the tears they never can And when we've made winter our friend we'll dry our eyes with desert sands If it ain't broke, don't break it If it ain't broke, don't break it If it ain't broke, don't break it If it ain't broke, don't break it