Sweet Dissonance LyricsToo much time on our hands No one walks into death The light just comes unattached Ticket in hand Put my feet in the dirt The red-cracked clay of the south I think it’s how this game plays out I’m split down the middle To burn or fade with grace We come made for this That sweet dissonance Nothing paves the road for us My sweet dogs will die Your sweet eyes will dry The cancer comes like a train in the night
