Elegy

Take away my gun, haul it out

They can find me, I know I'm done

Take away my pride, a paper-thin hide, a worn disguise

When they find me, I won't run

And I will fall down on your shoulders, on your shoulders

We will crawl out, leave disaster, into darkness

Let me go, into sleep my eyelids close

The roaring and the thunder, my only living foes

I lie here still, restlessly but silently it's all sure to end

But when?

And I will fall down on your shoulders, on your shoulders

We will crawl out, leave disaster, into darkness

And I will fall down on your shoulders, on your shoulders

We will crawl out, leave disaster, into darkness