Well it seems like it’s only been a fistful of days
Since you scourged my back and sent me on my way
But the voice in my tomb tells me otherwise 
With his paraffin breath and stolen eyes

	Why did you send him away?
	Was it too much to feign or to say?
	When there’s winter in your blood and hell in your lungs
	A dance and a forgotten tear
	It’s all gone now but it use to be here

There’s 10,000 soldiers camped out on the ridge
As the general looks down at a boy on the ridge
And a flash of light from the patriots gun
Starts 10,000 cries ‘the battles’ begun’

I thank you I thank you for the gifts that you bring
Your empty chest and your bird with one wing
And it flatters me well the pain in your smile
And the shallow attempts to comfort the child