A smile and losing it

Called me home for a war

There'll be blood again

The lamb of man

And the white wings of peace

They'll be cut again

This restless record

The needle's too deep

It'll never be fun again

All the fireworks

The carpet's burnt

And it's all gone to my head again

Fading echoes

A chorus too numb to keep

In time

It's our time

If the timing's right

Then the dead

The dead can sing