Jesus Jesus
what's it all about
Trying to clout these little
ingrates into shape
When I was their age
all the lights were out
There was no time
to whine and 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
When we came back from
the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyone's door
We danced and we sang
in the street and
The church bells rang
But burning in my heart
The memory smolders on
Of the gunner's dying words
on the intercom
