last weeks of the war

the last weeks of the war
left me wondering how much more
could the lovliest creature bear
I#m not ruined but I need repair
how much more can we bare

all the pasion in my bones
runs down the gutter to the sea
if I try to tell you how I feel
I'm scared I might disappear
the cord ripped out
the sea gets cold
little black book
full of little white lies
the straightkjacked has arrived
I'll try it on for size

take the shine off the gold
frozen bodies locked away
I wipe the tape buit they keep playing
they haunt me another day
they take me home