Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
Another morning breaks over a street that won't forget,
Another headline prints a number nobody wants to get.
The children on the corner learn the names before their own,
While the grown-ups argue borders over a broken stone.
[chorus]
How long will we keep marching to the sound of the drum,
How long will we keep counting all the ones who never come home.
Can't we lay the old flags down and let the quiet begin,
Can't we find a way to let the healing finally win.
[verse]
They tell me it's tradition, tell me it's been always so,
Tell me that the hatred is a river built to flow.
But I don't believe a river can't be turned another way,
I don't believe the fighting has to have the final say.
[chorus]
How long will we keep marching to the sound of the drum,
How long will we keep counting all the ones who never come home.
Can't we lay the old flags down and let the quiet begin,
Can't we find a way to let the healing finally win.
[bridge]
(instrumental — martial drums building to full-band climax)
[chorus]
How long will we keep marching to the sound of the drum,
How long will we keep counting all the ones who never come home.
Can't we lay the old flags down and let the quiet begin,
Can't we find a way to let the healing finally win.
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** post-punk, martial drums, political, mid-tempo, 100 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 100
**Duration:** 191.0s
**Key:** A minor
**Time Signature:** 2

## Lyrics
[verse]
Another morning breaks over a street that won't forget,
Another headline prints a number nobody wants to get.
The children on the corner learn the names before their own,
While the grown-ups argue borders over a broken stone.

[chorus]
How long will we keep marching to the sound of the drum,
How long will we keep counting all the ones who never come home.
Can't we lay the old flags down and let the quiet begin,
Can't we find a way to let the healing finally win.

[verse]
They tell me it's tradition, tell me it's been always so,
Tell me that the hatred is a river built to flow.
But I don't believe a river can't be turned another way,
I don't believe the fighting has to have the final say.

[chorus]
How long will we keep marching to the sound of the drum,
How long will we keep counting all the ones who never come home.
Can't we lay the old flags down and let the quiet begin,
Can't we find a way to let the healing finally win.

[bridge]
(instrumental — martial drums building to full-band climax)

[chorus]
How long will we keep marching to the sound of the drum,
How long will we keep counting all the ones who never come home.
Can't we lay the old flags down and let the quiet begin,
Can't we find a way to let the healing finally win.