"Marchers In Orange" lyrics - GUIDED BY VOICES

The white lines are tracers
For the facers of the aftermath
Positioned in the situation
Lost in battles of love
Not returning, still learning
Unborn, unhatched

Yet, but wait
It's time to collide, decide, if you will
A purpose for the marchers in orange
And still a circus for the children in disguise
Throwing bones to the drug-sniffing dogs

Protecting what we've come to know as ours
For the colors we wear in our dreams
For the flags we fly in our films