History, Now

Born into a fight An inherited war Born to children left over from wars before wars And the wars before You do see a pattern right Yet somehow our love doesn't die What do we do When it's history now? Do we go in like a surgeon? Do we go in like a bomb? How do we dismantle the sorrow and rage And pick up our scars off the ground? Those girls and boys who died And live for us, so we can speak and love and be with you now You do see a pattern, right Yet somehow our love doesn't die What do we do With this history now? Do we go in like a surgeon? Do we go in with boots on the ground? What do we do With this history now? Do we go in like a surgeon? Do we go in like a bomb? Will you help me dismantle the sorrow and Pick up the scars off the ground? Those girls and boys who died And live for us, so we could speak and love and be with you So we could speak and love and be with you So we could speak and love and be with you now