Trumpeters

Something goes and something stays

Our buildings don't seem gray

Something boils and something freezes up inside my vein

I'm in the billet fighting things I can't explain

And the way you spend the night is just formality

Can I have my soul back?

It went down that hole

Can I have my heart back?

I want that as well

Trumpeters are calling me

I can hear, I can see

Trumpeters in bright dressing, they're tied to by my door

Trumpeters are calling me from lands so far away

There's a tune they just do not seem to know how to play

And the farmer drives the tractor on the bay

But the passion that you gave me left with poverty

But can I have my soul back?

It went down that hole

Can I have my heart back?

I want that as well

Trumpeters are calling me

I can hear, I can see

Trumpeters in bright dressing, they're tied to by my door

I've nothing left to live for but my dearest clock can tell

Death is not an enemy now that I've lost my soul

I'm in a billet fighting things I can't explain

And the way you lie with me, you're just a trampoline

Trampoline

Can I have my soul back?

It went down that hole

Can I have my heart back?

I want that as well

Can I have my soul back?

It went down that hole

Can I have my heart back?

I want that as well

Trumpeters are calling me

I can hear, I can see

Trumpeters in bright dressing, their death march by my door