Our Republic

[Verse 1]
You should know
Trouble comes from a passionate word
And you should know
Passion comes from a passing word
Dark blue they, our banners flayed
And burning to the base
Submit to draw closer
The glance you’d once given me

[Verse 2]
An attempt of the old position
They impose their pushing in steep heroics
These fine others
I owe my lifted, though wounded head
And every side of you to a man
There have been signals
These are now joined by a future
And only say which decayed
Not live opposite the failed republic
Time will meet and pass you by

[Verse 3]
You should know
Trouble comes from a passionate word
You should know
Passion comes from a troublesome word
You should know
Trouble sounds like a comforting word
You should know
Passion comes from a passing word