Powder

Were we the hammer
 Were we the powder
 Were we the cold evening air
 Were we the wild geese
 Were we the tall trees
 Were we the shot in the air
 And the background noise
 Goes fading now
 No sounds, just the quiver of a lip
 Even the moon's half holding back
 Look, we're falling so easy
 Like the rain in the dirty south
 Justified for the fighting
 Were we living in the lion's mouth?
 And the background noise
 Goes fading out
 No sounds, just the quiver of a lip
 Even the moon's half holding out
 
 Were we the hammer
 Were we the powder
 Were we the cold evening air
 Were we the wild geese
 Were we the tall trees
 Were we the shot in the air
 And the background noise
 Goes fading now
 No sounds, just the quiver of a lip
 Even the moon's half holding back
 Look, we're falling so easy
 Like the rain in the dirty south
 Justified for the fighting
 Were we living in the lion's mouth?
 And the background noise
 Goes fading out
 No sounds, just the quiver of a lip
 Even the moon's half holding out