The Serenade Is Dead Lyrics - There Must Be Another Way: The Singles - Conflict

She wakes up in the morning; the sun is shining in her face 

She turns her head around; she shares the blanket on which the love embraced 

She looks out of the window; it?s a lovely day outside 

She tells herself that things are fine, he pulls the sheets to cover his eyes 

The essence of the fresh air, that garden held the love affair 

Thinking back their minds are torn in muddle and confusion 

So far away another sits, who tries to make the best of it 

He don't know quite what's hit him, it?s another love illusion 

He gazes in his empty room eyes fixed upon her picture 

The loneliness, dejectedness, God how the fuck he's missed her 

His eyes turn turn to the window, the military roar by 

He wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the sky 

What God had done for peace on earth, what man destroyed from day of birth 

They are concerned with feelings; they're just ashamed to cry 

And one mans plan to push the button makes other sacrifice 

The serenade is dead and now the only question?s why? 

Why when we are young, we?re told it?s right to love 

Told it?s human nature and that comes from God above 

As time moves on we realise that we all look from the pit 

While a plan hangs above us, to keep us in the shit 

Because the minute we are born, we?re told what's right and wrong 

Raised with certain morals, never mentioned in their songs 

As we grow up, we find out that the paths been neatly set 

In a world of such destruction, we only can regret 

Regret that is the word of it, as we look for our way out of it 

Why can't they understand we don't want any part of it? 

The pain they create everyday, that just ain't gonna go away 

We've got to stick together, but still you're asking why? 

The system stands strong, as our movement starts to crumble 

The pressure we once held, has just turned into a rumble 

They've got us where they want us, and you all just accept that 

Well don't you think its time; we started to hit back 

They are the enemy; they want a rope around your neck 

And if they will go that far, then what the fuck is next? 

Forget the revolution, we've heard it all before 

Heard all of the promises of nineteen-eighty-four 

Its an impossible task, "oh yes", it stands before us all 

Well maybe you'll believe it when your back?s against the wall