Brigades

A brigade of thoughts ducking in a trench
Shooting at their own were the first to go
We say a prayer to their memory
And promise they are always in our hearts

A brigade of thoughts, bullets in their knees
Thought they had a plan but they were too slow
We say a prayer to their memory
And hope to keep the cherished in our hearts

Should we pull our guns in a one-on-one?
That easy isn't easy to say...

A brigade of thoughts sang a pretty song
In pretty harmonies but the key was too low
As our love will fadе eternally
And nothing can be donе to boost morale
We hold our colours high infernally
With baited breath together to the fall

Casualties of war
Numbered part by part
Casualties of war
Take hold on my heart

A brigade of thoughts with stupid smiles
And blooded gums, we're slaughtered and gone
A brigade of thoughts died in a political death
I wrote an epitaph as I felt we did wrong

Should we pull our guns in a one-on-one?
That easy isn't easy to say...

A brigade of thoughts on an open field
Bombing on their own were the last one's to go
As our love is gone eternally
And nothing can be done to help at all
We hold our colours high infernally
With baited breath together to the fall

Casualties of war
Numbered part by part
Casualties of war
Take hold on my heart