Quiet On The Front

(альбом: Ordinary Riches - 2009)

I can't hold a glass of wine yet,
But they think it's fun to have me hold a gun,
Kill a man, and kill his son.
Well, straight down in the yard when
Uncle pulled his gun and
Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark
The wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in

I swear to god if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divines
In the pictures, we'll reside
Without memories we all fade in time, in time

Mother sweeps at night the porch
Squints, hardly to discover
Baby coming home, but of course
She doesn't to know how or when he will get there
Surely needing repair
Worries to the bone, gets weaker

As the wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in
I swear to god if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divines
In the pictures, we'll reside
Without memories, we all fade in time, in time

'Ma'am we found his corpse
With sincere regret?
'Ma'am we found his corpse
With sincere regret?

In the end the heart divines
In the pictures, we'll reside
Without memories we all fade in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time