[Verse 1] Dawn train station, people waiting on the bench Drone comes screaming, fourteen gone in a wrench Reuters counts it, BBC says the same Al Jazeera naming numbers, nobody's playing games A platform's just a platform till the roof comes down Ordinary Tuesday turns the deadliest in town That's the whiplash of this war, you can't predict the hour Peace talk in one city, fire in the other [Chorus] Fourteen on the platform, that's the weight we carry Oleshky ground gets softer where the deminers tarry Clearing mines by hand so the trucks of bread can pass One truce holding steady while the rest of the map cracks glass That's the news today, that's the push and pull A corridor opening while a station's hollowed, dull [Verse 2] Now flip to Washington, where the pressure's quiet but it's real Ukraine was hitting refineries, that was the deal WSJ says Kyiv's pausing, pulled back on command Oil money keeps flowing while the leverage shifts to someone's hand Pompeo's on the record, says Putin shows no sign Of wanting peace at all, just buying stalling time And Dmitriev's in the background, Le Monde lays it bare Dealmaker whispering business while the diplomats stare [Chorus] Fourteen on the platform, that's the weight we carry Oleshky ground gets softer where the deminers tarry Clearing mines by hand so the trucks of bread can pass One truce holding steady while the rest of the map cracks glass That's the news today, that's the push and pull A corridor opening while a station's hollowed, dull [Verse 3] Meanwhile in Brussels, the ministers argue the sanctions list Some want them tightened, some say the moment's been missed A pipeline still pumping through a backdoor in the sea While frontline soldiers trade their winter coats for scraps of tea The satellite photos show the trenches holding still Same coordinates as autumn, same blood on the same hill And every analyst's got a theory, every anchor's got a take But the woman at the platform just wants her son awake [Bridge] CBC's asking Canada, what's this favor costing you When the tilt toward Moscow bends the whole alliance view Refineries left standing, contracts drawn in ink Every pause in fire is a question mark, not a wink The generals keep their maps close, the diplomats their doubt And somewhere in the middle is a truth we're locked without Follow the money, follow the drone's flight path Follow the silence after the fourteenth name in the aftermath [Outro] Fourteen souls, a cleared-out road, a pause that might not hold October thirty's story — half in ash, half gold Stay listening tomorrow, see which half grows old [Chorus] Fourteen on the platform, that's the weight we carry Oleshky ground gets softer where the deminers tarry Clearing mines by hand so the trucks of bread can pass One truce holding steady while the rest of the map cracks glass That's the news today, that's the push and pull A corridor opening while a station's hollowed, dull
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