The hero's return

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 talk 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


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