Blake Gorman - Running Through a Battlefield (With a Pistol in My Hand) Lyrics

Well I'm running
Oh I'm running
Lost in sight, losing my mind

This is all new land
From when it all began
This midnight ride by the waterside

Running through a battlefield
With a pistol in my hand
Don't know where I'm running to
But I'm crossing foreign land
The fated ones that failed the climb
The fallen ones we left behind
I'm running through a battlefield with a pistol in my hand

The days are turnin'
As we're burnin' and yearnin'
For an armistice on the front-end line

But i don't know this will ever end
I don't bare the arms to commence this again

Running through a battlefield
With a pistol in my hand
Low man on the totem pole
And I've got to be the man
The fated ones that failed the climb
The fallen ones we left behind
I'm running through a battlefield with a pistol in my hand

Running through a battlefield
With a pistol in my hand
Don't know where I'm going to
I've never seen this land
The fated ones that failed the climb
The fallen ones we left behind
I'm running through a battlefield with a pistol in my hand

Running through a battlefield
With a pistol in my hand
Another scripted story for a television man
The fated ones that failed the climb
The fallen ones we left behind
I'm running through a battlefield with a pistol in my hand

Running through a battlefield
With a pistol in my hand
Brother, got to spare some time
To ever get sane again
The fated ones that failed the climb
The fallen ones we left behind
I'm running through a battlefield with a pistol in my hand