I think I like where I'm standing. I think I hate it too. 'Cause it's safe on the side of caution. But baby it's so far away from you. . And if I try my best I still can't find a way to let it go.
I've worked for so long. With the weakest of hands on the coldest of shores. The wind and the rain fill me with doubt. But You've never been wrong before.
Maybe you'll see me on the evening news. Maybe you'll see me with a bag over my head. If that's the case then I've met my doom. If that's the case then my comrades are dead.
Born in the plains a farmers sons and brothers the same. Raised on promises wed stay that way. As boys we believed summers at the sea. We were free to become men of goodwill side by side.
When I was young I thought like a child. And so I reasoned by why I could see;. Childishly, Show me the truth. . Is a kingdom just beyond reach?. Or is it hidden where it's plain to see.
Oh, a little red with your heart in Stalingrad. Oh, it kills me how they hate you but they just don't understand. Oh, red when they put me on the stand.