Combat Lyrics

She says that we are happy,
and I believe that too.
I smile and say I love her.
We kiss under the moon.
But was she in a coma when I so clearly said:
We might as well be 100.
We might as well be dead.
And our combat becomes our religion too.
And our combat becomes our religion too.
And our combat becomes our religion too,
and our combat....
Her place is in the courthouse.
My world is in the news.
She almost caught pneumonia when I did play the blues. We like to take our dogs out,
but can't decide their name.
I tell myself it is okay to live my life in vain.
And our combat becomes our religion too.
And our combat becomes our religion too.
And our combat becomes our religion too,
and our combat...