Lyrics

[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Well, hope you know the stars will come
You just gotta wait on the sun
And they say that love's for the blood
Kinda like the tree of life
Well, mama don't know this, well papa tells a story
That the stars are getting jealous of her
This is the kind of love we're dreaming up above
Where heaven wars with the crows and the doves
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Well, bombs in the night are echoes of the fight
And dreams are sweeter than life
And all the toys watch the kids play house
Wishing they were real boys and girls
And soldiers fight the wars, but grandpa's still here
And the ants march on the moon
This is the kind of love we're dreaming up above
Where heaven wars with the crows and the doves
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
Well, the crows and the doves are the best kind of friends
They like to have fun and fly around the sun
Well, the ants march on and on
The toys watch all the shooting stars fall down
And the little crows and the doves, they laugh and play
Much like we do our whole lives
And the ants march on the moon
And the toys wish they were real boys and girls too
[Instrumental]
January 3, 2026 at 7:14 AM