Church of England

In the grip of a winter came love and greed

Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat

In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets

The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat

And I was alone at the frontline

The message I was taught

Was a triumph and the joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England

Can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England

Can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire

The fire

In the twilight hours of nervous rest

I bought the peace before believing the threats

In a foreign field, I cut all regrets

But the poison stories just repeat themselves in a fucked up mess

I was alone for the first time

The message I was taught

Was a triumph and the joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England

Can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England

Can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire

The fire