With the great, old pines When the storm came alive I took your hand And I closed my eyes
And you cut your hair And you broke the mirror The one that we shared Then you moved away To another time I was always there But you were always fine
The faces up on the wall Do they protect us If we should fall
In the war We were sent overseas We were both seventeen But we crossed our eyes And we lost our tease And they took our hands (tell me on the way home)
And they bound our feet (I loved it when you said that) For another road (even when we lost you) To another defeat (I knew you'd always come back) And I was still shaking With the words that you said When you told me that we would Always be friends
The faces up on the wall Do they protect us If we should fall
In a home Something like, you'd have had I'm a father But I'll never be, their dad When I take their hands I imagine they're yours Like it's the house that raised us
Its shivering floors And I'm still waiting For that storm to die 'cause I know that it's your way Of saying goodbye
Compositor: Andrew Woodson Black (Haux) ECAD: Obra #33175127