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
I was alone at the front line
The message I was taught was a triumph
And the joy of a lifetime
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
[x2]
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the peace before believing the threats
In a foreign field, I cut all regrets
But 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 [x3]
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