Doorway to a Silent Chamber

They forgot to put your mention in the papers
 Maybe when I heard the whisper of your name
 I turned away
 Every day the strangest faces get familiar
 With reluctance I say goodbye to the surprise
 There's no time now for talk we're at war
 Go on and even out the score
 I've lost the count
 They don't even fly em out
 Don't even fly em at half mast anymore
 Keep on preying on the good will of your neighbor
 Keep on playing with an open flame
 You're good, either way
 Every second there's a story that's just ended
 Every second there's a new one playing out.
 And another
 And another
 And another
 There's no time now for talk we're at war
 Go on and even out the score
 I've lost the count
 They don't even fly em out
 Don't even fly em ou at half mast anymore
 Fourteen thousand empty sneakers at the doorway to a silent chamber
 Fourteen thousand empty sneakers loaded down with heavy shiny reasons
 There's no time now for talk we're at war
 Go on and even out the score
 I've lost the count
 You've lost count
 Then we lose out
 They don't even fly em out at half mast anymore