War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
War can wait while I wash your skin
of blood stains but I cannot wash away my guilt -
So young and lifeless, dangling in my arms
Sent to fight for what?
Tell me why?
Sent to fight for what?
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Why kill so many young men, turning a blind eye?
As if their deaths can be justified, rationalised
personified in a lyric or rhyme
when all I wanted to do was hug you alive
I wanted to hug
I wanted to hug you alive!
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Broken-hearted, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I carry you home.
I carry you home.
War can wait...
Walk away...
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
War can wait while I wash your skin
of blood stains but I cannot wash away my guilt -
So young and lifeless, dangling in my arms
Sent to fight for what?
Tell me why?
Sent to fight for what?
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Why kill so many young men, turning a blind eye?
As if their deaths can be justified, rationalised
personified in a lyric or rhyme
when all I wanted to do was hug you alive
I wanted to hug
I wanted to hug you alive!
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Broken-hearted, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I carry you home.
I carry you home.
War can wait...
Walk away...
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