Sleep you little soldier boy. With your ear against the wall. You have held that rifle all of your life. Now it's time to let it fall. . Sleep you little alibi.
Today I went flying in my favorite patch of sky. I circled and I circled above the world so high. And I thought to myself, what a lovely lovely thing.
How can I carve your name in the trunk of a tree. That'll be here long after we're gone?. I can't even write it in the steam on the mirror. And with nobody listening, not even myself.
It's been four years since that day. When the news fell from the sky. You took until we meet again. And turned it to goodbye. . And I hope that you won't rest in peace.