No Response

I won the gun fight in my head. [x2]
I won the gun fight in my head.
I gathered up thoughts left for dead,
I won, I won.

I buried my head in the sand. [x2]
I won't pretend I understand,
I don't, I don't.

And if it all is black and white,
Then tell me what is wrong and right,
I don't suppose that anybody knows.
And maybe when we reach the end,
We'll ask imaginary friends,
Why no response?

I've spoken my peace in the dark. [x2]
I've spoken just like I was taught,
I'm caught, I'm caught.

I've noticed my sense in the cold. [x2]
I've noticed some wars getting old,
I'm done, I'm done.

And if it all is black and white,
Then tell me what is wrong and right,
I don't suppose that anybody knows.
And maybe when we reach the end,
We'll ask imaginary friends,
Why no response?
[x2]