Our Own War

(альбом: Little Ship - 1997)

Hostilities ended, nobody cared
Anymore for the war, so a truce was declared
So it ends in surrender, then there's peace at least
Arms are withdrawn and fire is ceased
To stay in a skirmish one needs appetite
Two need desire to keep up a fight
But when appetite's off and desire is gone
Then the fire is held and arms are withdrawn

When losses and wounds are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched, in the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it, retreat leads to rout
And arms are laid down and the fire goes out

We remember the ones who run out of dumb luck
Monuments are erected and statues are struck
But we tend to forget if and when we forgive
And the survivors survive but they never quite live
As for our own war, yes, I recall it well
Just what it was like our own personal hell
I've forgotten the good times, heaven's so vague
But I remember the battles
Oh, how they raged!

When losses and wounds are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched, in the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it, retreat leads to rout
And arms are laid down and the fire goes out