Paroles de The Soldiers

I imagine a dream In which I'm a soldier And I'm walking On the faces of dead women And everyone I left behind me It's the year when The troops entered The thirty ninth The thirty ninth parallel Send me home restless Send me home damaged And wanting It's the year when Some poet said We must love Or accept the consequences I want you to share Every pin prick of guilt That I have felt That I have felt Send me home restless Send me home damaged Send me home dispossessed Send me home damaged And wanting