Olive Trees and Empty Pockets

Dust on the balcony rail

TV glow on a cracked white wall

Mama counting coins on the table

Baba staring at a photo

Says nothing at all

In a land of love and heavy hearts

We’re holding on when it falls apart

War in the headlines

War in the rent

Still we share this bread

This bed

This breath

I don’t have much

But I’ve got you

Olive trees grow back

We do too

Teach me how to live with all this wrecked

On this small flag of love and respect

Broke shoes on a rich old street

Gold sign shining over empty shops

Boys talk big about leaving forever

Girls light candles when the power drops (oh)

In a land of love and heavy hearts

We’re holding on when it falls apart

War in the headlines

War in the rent

Still we share this bread

This bed

This breath

I don’t have much

But I’ve got you

Olive trees grow back

We do too

Teach me how to live with all this wrecked

On this small flag of love and respect

Tell me

Can we kiss through chaos

Laugh through late fees and fear

If the money runs out tomorrow

Promise me you’ll still be here (still be here)

In our land of love and heavy hearts

We’re holding on when it falls apart

War in the headlines

War in the rent

Still we share this bread

This bed

This breath

I don’t have much

But I’ve got you

Olive trees grow back

We do too

Teach me how to live with all this wrecked

On this small flag of love and respect