The Landmines Down on Broadway

Sleep, ringing in my ear-drums with its calm and deceit
We've dreamt this one before
Knocking on the brass of every Fleet Street door
'Til they've cut off our engines

They've torn apart, every waking hour spent in parking lots
Forged the coldest shackles of our cul-de-sacs

Ooh... the landmines on Broadway are keeping us awake

Fate, dog-earing the pages so these thoughts won't escape
We've read this one before
Authored by the ghosts our recklessness implored
Oh we dare to repeat this

In times of war and pain
They never drew your name
They never drew your name
We never drew your name
Although we are the same

Ooh... ah...
Ooh... the landmines on Broadway are keeping us awake