| Soldiers of Words |
|---|
| This light is hardly enough |
| To see all o' my shivering hearts |
| Of which you can have everthing |
| My eyes turn from blue to insane |
| Oh, I see them come |
| Your Soldiers |
| Of |
| Words |
| Are the tide at my shore |
| And they change me, |
| Yours change me |
| Easy to get lost |
| In our little dance fort he gods |
| Anf I’ll be carefull what mirrior I’ll claim |
| My eyes won’t open just to see somebody elses blame |
| Oh, I see them come |
| Your Soldiers |
| Of |
| Words |
| Are the tide at my shore |
| And they change me, |
| Yours change me |
