Jesus, Jesus

What's it all about?

Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape

When I was their age all the lights went out

There was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies

Over dresden at angels one five

Though they'll never fathom it behind my

Sarcasm desperate memories lie

Sweetheart, sweetheart

Are you fast asleep?

Good

That's the only time that I can really speak to you

And there is something that I've locked away

A memory that is too painful

To withstand the light of day

When we came back from the war

The banners and flags hung on everyone's door

We danced and we sang in the street

And the church bells rang

But the burning in my heart

My memory smoulders on

Of the gunner's dying words

On the intercom

(gunner's words on intercom...)