A Battlefield Postcard

1, 2, count to 3
Open your eyes and look at me
5, 6, and 7, 8
Make up your mind before it's too late

In this world that coexists
In between each wave of light
Like the remnants of images
Every time I close my eyes

My forearm is a blade
Glowing missiles of its movement fly
I'll take your signal for you know the enemy
(And you have my back)

And though it seems at times it changes
The battle goes on

Give me a reason
I want to hurt inside for you
Give me a reason
To disbelieve my eyes and love you blind
Give me a reason
I need to know this like you do
Give me a reason
To take this thorn from my side

Can you see they hide behind the air?
I can feel them scratching at my face
Can you hear them whisper in your ear?
But they don't understand the message or the melody you sing
But my harmony note burns and cuts their skin
The dance goes on

All of this amounts to nothing, in the end
Love is all we have