You're right that I should give in

To the tides of an ocean war

Painted like hate within

But it's not me just one of those characters

Go up the sandy ground

Like a slave beneath a burning gun

Trying to distract me

Rush down the hill

Look at 'em run

Reach for my cluttered mind

Dust off the logic's to stop my kill

Blow room beside the pleasure ball

Bring my girl in to watch my thrill

Back home

Send me a plane

I want to leave as a shadow

Send me to wherever you please

Over and over

Long and slow

Take my photos of loss

Sell them on the street as souvenirs

The pavement's scratched with poems you'd know

About love and war

And how the end is near

Back home

Send me a plane

I want to leave as a shadow

Bring me to wherever you please

Over and over

Long and slow