Rose Windows
Wartime Lovers
As the wheels all turn, and the noon Sun burnsA story rolls off this tongue, it extolsthe miles between, your son; your childremember the days when he was young, wild, and alivethis evening brought his end; his timeno tears from grief,just a Virgin for his shrinea floral wreathand the shame for his crimeremember the days when he was young, wild, and aliveacross these wide oceans—smoke blacks out innocent daysso old misers can cash out in places they pray and preygently escape or let them live on in youHe sang this song to young olive eyesand took her hand across the burning sandsfrom desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alivethey were raised to believe the sea would dry before they diedacross these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent daysso old misers can cash out in places they pray and preygently escape and let them live on in you.
From Letras Mania