Jesus, Jesus what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape...
When I was their age all the lights went 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.
'Cos 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 everyones door
We danced and we sang in the street
...And the church bells rang...
But burning in my heart, my memory smoulders on -
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.