The fragile eyes of a man with a gun who stands for nothing
And all he wants is a little peace and quiet, but she keeps talking
Now he ain’t sure if he heard right, but she sounds like leaving
He puts his hands on his ears and says, ‘I don’t believe this’
16 months, his last tour, and he walked through fire
When Captain said ‘Sergeant jump’, he’d just ask ‘how high, sir?’
Now he ain’t sure if he heard right, but she sounds like leaving
He puts his hands on her arms and says, ‘you must be dreaming’
Night of a thousand stars, miles from the ground
World spinning round and round
Days of slaughter and rage, he’d dream of Angel
And in her arms he would rise high above the turmoil
Now he ain’t sure if he heard right, but she looks like leaving
He puts his hand on his gun and says, not while I’m breathing
Night of a thousand stars, miles from the ground
World spinning round and round
Night of a thousand stars, miles from the ground
World spinning round and round
The fragile eyes of a man with a gun who stands for nothing
And all he wants is a little peace and quiet
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