‘Blow Up The World’ was written after Aoife read a passage in a book “describing families coming together after the second world war,” she explains. “It was women and girlfriends sitting around, and they were being commiserated with roses and red wine. It was quite emotional, and I wrote a narrative...
[Verse 1]
Sit thinking of blood and wine
Red roses won't get you to sleeping faster
Cold evenings with icy cries
Afraid that the memories aren't lasting
[Pre Chorus 1]
I'm counting the days til summer
I can't wait til the nights are shorter
Cause I
Just want to be young and free
Why can't you come home with me?
[Chorus]
So blow up the world
Break it in pieces
It will keep turning ‘round
Vacant and useless
[Verse 2]
They're sitting with broken hearts
Eyes shut but they say it's a celebration
Remember them while you can
Flowers fading til nothing will mean anything
[Pre Chorus 2]
The next war will be really something
We'll get all the things we always dreamed of
Pleading with a red rose deal
Why can't you come home with me?
[Chorus]
So blow up the world
Break it in pieces
It will keep turning ‘round
Vacant and useless
So blow up the world
Break it in pieces
It will keep turning ‘round
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh-oh oh
So blow up the world
Break it in pieces
It will keep turning ‘round
Vacant and useless
So blow up the world
Break it in pieces
It will keep turning ‘round
[Outro]
Blow up the world
Blow up the world
Vacant and useless
Blow up the world
Blow up the world
It will keep turning ‘round