Disarm - The Mynabirds

My baby does so much panicking around

And lately I cannot talk her down

My love, what are you fighting for?

My love, you’ll never even the score

'Cause there’s always one more

War in the waiting

War in the waiting

With your arms up

War in the waiting

War in the waiting

Give it up

My love, aren’t you tired of arguing?

My love, you won’t surrender a thing

By disarming

My baby, there’s so much panic in these days

Enemies made out of brothers down the way

My love, you and I are a siamese form

My love, so what are we fighting for?

War in the waiting

War in the waiting

With your arms up

War in the waiting

War in the waiting

Give it up

My love, I’m so tired of arguing

My love, we won’t surrender a thing

By disarming

If you can’t remember the good in your brother

Ask another, ask another

If you can’t remember the good in your brother

Ask another, ask another

If you can’t remember the good in your brother

Ask another, ask another