Work for sunset, turn and yield to night
start over thirteen thousand times
it leaves me weary and confined
the world darkens, i sit here resigned.

na na na na, na na na na na

i sit in a kettle and adjust to the heat
i point at the symptoms when the problem is me

These are the wars we need to fight,
these are the doors we need to close.
Strike a match to push away the night
that's drawing ever closer.
i hope by the time i'm forty-five
i won't give up to stay alive
there's things that must be said and changed
before the world is over.

Lyrics submitted by Lost the Plot

The Wars song meanings
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