| [00:17.632] |
my limbs have failed me again |
| [00:22.105] |
they see no sense in trying |
| [00:25.630] |
pay is low, commendations are slim |
| [00:30.176] |
mercenaries, every fleshy fingertip |
| [00:37.030] |
and balmy breath |
| [00:39.200] |
sing their songs of lost love and regret |
| [00:48.104] |
that we never took part |
| [00:52.178] |
that we never rode lead |
| [00:55.148] |
in a calvary charge |
| [01:00.698] |
each consonant and vowel |
| [01:05.400] |
it's all fiction friends |
| [01:09.385] |
myths and tangled webs |
| [01:13.764] |
we spin |
| [01:18.813] |
the radio is fried |
| [01:22.891] |
and i sit here in this sewer hiding |
| [01:27.068] |
with orphaned gypsy boys |
| [01:31.233] |
a pilot with no aeroplane |
| [01:35.044] |
and the accountant who lost his numbers |
| [01:39.308] |
and his hands |
| [01:42.994] |
we're watching our words |
| [01:46.297] |
hang in the air like acrobats |
| [01:53.276] |
each consonant and vowel |
| [01:57.697] |
it's all fiction friends |
| [02:01.827] |
myths and tangled webs |
| [02:06.134] |
we spin |
| [02:10.675] |
because partisans and mutineers are all the same |
| [02:19.730] |
the reds and a.k. standing on the wisła's banks |
| [02:28.694] |
i left my name for you to keep, to keep |
| [02:38.329] |
because i know you'll keep it true |
