When little children grow up to live inside the house of stone, they throw,
the glass around their home.
And then these holy seagulls will find their way across the sea, the seas another white (?) for me.
And she will reach towards it and grab the handle on the door, the door that leads inside the core.
And when the war is over
Don’t let her run away.
And when the war is over…
then every infant soldier will find their father in the sand, the sand that’s falling from my hand.
And there’s an aeroplane here it ... the ... above the sea, just see the ashes falling free
And when the war is over
Don’t let her run away.
And when the war is over…
the war is over…
Don’t let her run away..
She ... nothing (?) down
an empty page is in the smile, the smile
is older than the child
they kept inside the basement where you can hear the soldier sing, they sing, it doesn’t mean a thing.
