The Outline - Tragic Times lyrics

For fear that all should fall, The warriors we praise For fear that love should fail, Defenders of the gaze We'll be better when you're gone We'll be happy when you're sleeping When the ghosts that I have drawn Can quit their quiet creeping These are tragic times If you think we'll let it slide, You're dead wrong I've been up all night Just trying to decide How to be strong I'm hardly a man, The way I run from fear And drown my sorrows In fair weather peers We'll be better when you're gone We'll be happy when you're sleeping When the ghosts that I have drawn Can quit their quiet creeping These are tragic times If you think we'll let it slide, You're dead wrong I've been up all night Just trying to decide How to be strong These are tragic times If you think we'll let it slide, You're dead wrong I've been up all night Just trying to decide How to be strong