QF325

The wind (?) we've got, the air outside is so cold
It's such a squeeze is still feel alone
A capsule in the sky ain't a grace for a man that died
A rock of (?) freezing in the night
QF325, the last man died, goodbye 325

If I attend to think about my love
And all that I do in my head
Guns go out, guns go down
Guns sleep now in my bed

QF325, the last man died, goodbye 325