For fear that all should fall
The warriors we praise
For fear that love should fail
Defenders of the gaze

We'll be better when you're gone
We'll be happy when you're sleeping
When the ghosts that I have drawn
Can quit their quiet creeping

These are tragic times
If you think we'll let it slide, you're dead wrong
I've been up all night
Just trying to decide how to be strong

I'm hardly a man
The way I run from fear
And drown my sorrows
In fair weather peers

We'll be better when you're gone
We'll be happy when you're sleeping
When the ghosts that I have drawn
Can quit their quiet creeping

These are tragic times
If you think we'll let it slide, you're dead wrong
I've been up all night
Just trying to decide how to be strong

These are tragic times
If you think we'll let it slide, you're dead wrong
I've been up all night
Just trying to decide how to be strong