The white line of tracersFor the facers of the aftermathPositioned in the situationLost in battles of loveNot learning not returningUnborn unhatchedYeah but waitIt’s time to collideTo decide, if you willA purpose for the marchers in orangeStill circus for the children in disguiseThrowing bones to the drug-sniffing dogsProjecting what we’ve come to know as oursFor the colors we wear in our dreamsFor the flags we fly in our films [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/guided_by_voices/marchers_in_orange.html ]
