It's on days like these When your brother falls You can read it all in the Times And a moving car Stole a movie star Little things that keep us together While the war's going on It's on days like these When your childhood cries You can see it all on the news Little children starve Growing tired of born Little things that keep us all close and warm While the war's going on Find a place you can hide And take what you can The time will arrive When you need a friend Stop looking at us We're waving goodbye There's a man Shouting he's with me When that morning comes I can't wait to see Just how high his eagle On colour screens Is gonna fly Going to fly It's on nights like these That your neighbour dies 'Cause he put a gun to his head He was so alone He had nothing left Little things that call for a drink That bury a soldier's death It's on days like these When your sister cries And your brother falls from your hands Jumbo jets can die Killing 81 Little things that help us get by the why Why the war's going on Why the war's going on Why the war's going on Why the war's going on Why the war is going on Why the war is going on