Standard (EADGBE)
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 call from emptyness duetted with my bodyheat
Bridge
I was alone at the front line
The message I was told
Was to try and find
the joy of a lifetime
Chorus
(2x)
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the beast before believing the threats
In a foreighn field I cut all regrets
But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked up mess
Bridge
I was alone for the first time
The message I was told
Was to try and find
the joy of a lifetime
Chorus
(2x)
I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire