A choir of voices
A funeral march
Up in your head
Out in the dark
You're heaving, you're out in the dark
Your picking their teeth marks
You're racking your brow
The lack of love after the war
The chemical scars
But when they call you, do not go far
When they call you, do not go far
They're loading their pistols
They sharpen their tongues
They take nothing with them
Still leave you with none
Breakeven or don't speak at all
You wake from that daydream
You walk through the yard
The herons beside you
Flies into the dawn
'Cause when they call you, do not go far
When they call you, do not go far