Peace Is a Delicate Thing

Wolves in the chamber
Rage in their eyes
Scandalous hours
The violence of lies
We’re all walking a razor’s edge tonight

Choirs of anger
A horrible dream
Windows shattered
A rifle that sings
And tears through the heavens
All the white stars ricocheting

Pow, like a rifle that sings
Peace is a delicate thing
Like snow on the ground
Peace is a delicate thing

Only a mirror
A reflection of us
The deeper you peer
The worse it becomes
The deeper you venture
How dark it becomes
How dark it becomes

Pow, like a rifle that sings
Peace is a delicate thing
Like snow on the ground
Peace is a delicate thing
Peace is a beautiful thing
Peace is a delicate thing