When the heart feels heavy and the soul seems parched
Upon thy mind have a thousand soldiers marched
Wake before the night rides in
Casts its silent shadow, for a motive hard to see
Silvery brook past a mass of grey
Fill up the can and take a swing at me!
Upon thy mind have a thousand soldiers marched
Wake before the night rides in
Casts its silent shadow, for a motive hard to see
Silvery brook past a mass of grey
Fill up the can and take a swing at me!