Feed The Enemy Lyrics - Secondhand Daylight - Magazine

It's always raining over the border 

There's been a plane crash out there 

In the wheatfields they're picking up the pieces 

We could go and look and stare 

How many friends have we over there? 

The border guards fight unconvincingly 

Whatever we do it seems things are arranged 

We always have to feed the enemy 

You could dance for me 

And punch me through 

You could dance for me 

And punch me through 

You could dance for me 

And punch me through 

You could dance for me 

And punch me through 

We watched them trash the last camera 

Glued to all our TV's 

The actors on the replay 

Trying again to touch you and me