Heaven and hell called a truce today All the demons and angels got nothing to say They're just standing around looking lost in the yard Shaking hands with the ones they were fighting so hard And I'm watching from somewhere between both sides Not a battlefield anymore just a wide open sky No alarms no sirens no swords in the ground Just this silence so loud it's the holiest sound What is this Why is this How is this happening now The war is over but nobody said What we're supposed to do with the peace we've been fed Woke up Monday and the ceiling just stared No ambition no ache like the universe cleared Not happy not broken not anything yet Like a letter that's written but nobody sent Coffee's getting cold and I don't even care There's a bird on the wire and it's going nowhere And for once in my life I'm not chasing a thing Just sitting in the space between winter and spring What is this Why is this How is this happening now My hands forgot how to make a fist What do you do with a war that doesn't exist Maybe peace isn't quiet Maybe peace is the strange The part where you don't recognize your own name When the fighter sits down and forgets what he's for And the door is wide open but there is no war What is this Why is this How is this real right now Heaven and hell called a truce today And I don't know what this is but I wanna stay
