Marchers in Orange lyrics

The white lines are tracers for the facers of the aftermath Positioned in the situation, lost in battles of love Still yearning--not learning, unborn...unhatched Yet, but wait! It's time to collide To 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...