Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Tryin to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights went out.
There was no time to whine or mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart, sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.
'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that i've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comAnd when we came back from the war
The banners and flags hung on everyone's door.
We danced and we sang in the streets and
The church bells ring.
But burning in my heart
The memory smoulders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.