Album: Gift of the Sun
Twisted hearts and tangled minds
And shards of steel still trapped inside
In the sand a soldier lies,
His chest hollow just close his eyes..
'Cause when he sleeps he dreams of fire
His screams shatter the lonely night..
Where can he go to -forget the sight
Of a bleeding friend about to die?
The death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting –to make it through the night..
And when he's home his heart still pounds
The sun still hides behind the clouds
The blood and screams won't fade away
His heart is tin, his feet are clay.
He tries to find another job
The one he had before, he lost.
They needed someone, says his boss,
Who would be there when you were dying
The death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting –to make it through the night..
His wife and kids don't recognize
The man they see before their eyes.
«Daddy, when will you be all right?»
Try to forget, but you keep on dying..
The death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting to make it through the night.
You keep on dying –the death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting –to make it through the night
A hundred times..
And shards of steel still trapped inside
In the sand a soldier lies,
His chest hollow just close his eyes..
'Cause when he sleeps he dreams of fire
His screams shatter the lonely night..
Where can he go to -forget the sight
Of a bleeding friend about to die?
The death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting –to make it through the night..
And when he's home his heart still pounds
The sun still hides behind the clouds
The blood and screams won't fade away
His heart is tin, his feet are clay.
He tries to find another job
The one he had before, he lost.
They needed someone, says his boss,
Who would be there when you were dying
The death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting –to make it through the night..
His wife and kids don't recognize
The man they see before their eyes.
«Daddy, when will you be all right?»
Try to forget, but you keep on dying..
The death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting to make it through the night.
You keep on dying –the death of a hundred lives:
Grab your rifle –don't think about those sights
Don't ask why –every day you're still alive
Just keep fighting –to make it through the night
A hundred times..
envoyé par giorgio - 2/1/2012 - 15:14
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