What of a war? There was a war? Didn't it threaten to bewetten us in our beds? Brother, if it did -- and it did -- we should pat our backs for selling all our papers And paperless, we k**ed the storm by standing underneath an eavestrough My heart is full, my heart is still And it would take more than a foggy mind to drown it Umm, er... Oh memory, all ears and eyes Preserving, pruning, preening every leaf of every lie It's not your fault, it's not my fault, if every fault should find its way into our suppers Umm, er... luminum, aluminum, aluminimium, luminumaluminimium! Then there's your face! It's brown and bold! See? How a miner can forget about his veins of gold? And how the ground smiles so hungrily at our bones?