The War After This One | PG Songs

The War After This One From The Floor Has a Face Listen and read the lyrics: https://pgsongs.com/the-floor-has-a-f... I'm not fighting the war they're fighting The one about whether there's a God Whether the mind came out of matter Whether the ground is only sod The war is nearly over And the matter lost the ground And everyone's about to say it's all mind And that's when the real fight comes round This is for the war after this one When they've all agreed it's a dream When the question isn't is there Someone It's whether Someone's what they mean When the counterfeit's wearing my language And the church has lost its body and its nerve I built this for the war after this one And I built it a hundred years early, on purpose, to serve (On purpose, to serve) Nobody's on this line yet I can see the hill they'll take I can see the flag they'll fly on it And the fog that it will make And I'm standing here with the one thing That the fog can never eat A Man who kept His body And the scars in His hands and feet This is for the war after this one When they've all agreed it's a dream When the question isn't is there Someone It's whether Someone's what they mean When the counterfeit's wearing my language And the church has lost its body and its nerve I built this for the war after this one And I built it a hundred years early, on purpose, to serve (On purpose, to serve) I don't know the year I hold the clock with an open hand I only know the direction I only know where the line will stand And if nobody reads it while I'm here Then the Author will keep the page It was never mine to time it It was only mine to say This is for the war after this one When they've all agreed it's a dream When the question isn't is there Someone It's whether Someone's what they mean When the counterfeit's wearing my language And the church has lost its body and its nerve I built this for the war after this one And I built it early, on purpose, to serve The floor is Mind And the Mind has a Face And the Face has a Name And the Name knows mine And when the field has swallowed every other voice This one is kept.