Flight Paths - White Flags

Текст песни

A battered soul
As pale as a ghost
Nowhere to go
It’s a long way home
The bitter cold
Bite into the bone
The fire and smoke
Burned out long ago
Won the battle, lost the war
Like a thousand times before
Bombs away, there’s hell to pay for sad goodbyes
Cross my heart and hope to die
No end in sight
Walking down the line
Night after night
Fighting to survive
White flags fly high
Praise the morning sky
A sense of pride
Broken up inside
Won th battle, lost the war
Like a thousand tims before
Bombs away, there’s hell to pay for sad goodbyes
Cross my heart and hope to die