The Hero`s Return Lyrics

The Hero`s Return

Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?Trying to clout these little ingrates into
shape.When I was their age all the lights went out.There was no time to whine
or mope about.And even now part of me flies overDresden at angels one
five.Though they'll never fathom it begind mySarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.'Cause that's the only time
that I can really speak to you.And there is something that I've locked awayA
memory that is too painfulTo withstand the light of day.
When we came back from the war the banners andFlags hung on everyone's door.We
danced and we sang in the street andThe church bells rang.But burning in my
heartMy memory smolders onOf the gunners dying words on the intercom.