24 August 2014, 2:34am
In front of the firing line
You’ll look up at the blue sky
And we’ll trace the route to each other’s eyesIn the wake that’s left behind
As the sounds of the gun shots die
You’ll leave this world with your head held highDon’t look for justice at the side of the road
Don’t trust the crowd
We are on our ownYou will live in the memory of birds
The wind will carry your words
Your dreams will serve as my alibiTruth is a lonely place
Lonely as a human raceDon’t look for justice at the side of the road
Don’t trust the crowd
We are on our ownIn the wake that’s left behind
As the sounds of the war drums die
We leave this world with our heads held high