And I thought to close my mouth
With a padlock on the night
Leave the battlefield behind
Stay out the fight- not lose my sight.
Now I only want to be
With no pistol at my brain
But at times it gets so lonely
Could go insane- could lose my aim.
Now I only want to live
With no teardrops in my eyes
But at times it feels like no chance
No clear blue skies- grey cloudy lies.
No clear blue skies- grey cloudy lies.