Lyrics

Waterloo

all quiet, all quiet
skeletons, ladies and gentlemen
and you, one hand over your mouth
would hide this last bit of dreamsicle sky from me
wouldn’t you?

inside this true ocean
these blanketed bones
war wages on for the terrible truth
brown ships creaking over the face of the deep
evening approaching and threatening

it’s a waterloo
the struggle in coming to terms
with the ways of the world
floating, sinking or forgetting all
tell me it’s not true

bridge:
to lose means to give up
everything we know as true
and never be able to dream again
don’t let this be the end

in spite of the struggle
the impossible odds
a soldier is a soldier is a soldier
thoughts - single file
like “joes” in a row
ten thousand years behind enemy lines

it’s a waterloo
the struggle, in coming to terms
with the ways of the world
floating, sinking or forgetting all
tell me it’s not true...

© P 2011 Michael Lewis/my myth publishing/BMI