Ripples in the Spectral Seas

You want a world war We don't want your war You want a world war, but we don't want your war A little birdie once told me that I should never ever judge a book by its cover A little birdie once told me to go back to the drawing board to draw up anothe Marble pattern melting vanish view What goes up must come down, down, down upon you We keep fighting We keep fighting for scriptures as fixtures made from sand while there are waves of stars with beautiful ripples in the atmosphere, and there is not so much as give a damn Playing possum with the cannon lamp to hide from makers of the gravestone camp For all intents and purposes they would like to rain on our parade Hopping on a wild goose chase while the pot only holds fools gold, and the rainbow's hues have changed in oh so many ways These boundary lines are manmade and leading us astray We need poetic songs and aromatic rain Time we remind direction of this north bound train, and start shelving violence once again You want a world war We don't want your war You want a world war, but we don't want your war You want a world war We don't want your war You want a world war, but we don't want your war You want a world war