Testo di The War

Well your Sunday dress ain't too much for armor Oh for me my mother's son To save me from a wretched father Or the sweet slip of this silent tongue On my knees praying for water Holy city fall to me Oh and wash the face of this burning brother Oh and bury me in mercy deep Oh and I may worry Oh and I may sleep Oh and I may see war in disbelief May I never worry May I never sleep May I never see the hour of disbelief Will you write these wrongs if this shall be Oh and I may shed blood but please pray for me And if I rise from these flames in the midst of defeat Will you mend these wings that are flying me Oh and I may worry Oh and I may sleep Oh and I may see war in disbelief May I never worry May I never sleep May I never see the hour of disbelief Will you write these wrongs if this shall be Will you mend these wings that are flying me