Hostilities ended
Nobody cared
Any more for the war
So a truce was declared

So it ends in surrender
Then there's peace at least
Arms are withdrawn
And fire is ceased

To stay in a skirmish
One needs appetite
Two need desire to
Keep up a fight

But when appetites off
And desire is gone
Then the fire is held
And arms are withdrawn

When losses and wounds
Are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched
In the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it
Retreat leads to rout
And then arms are laid down
And the fire goes out

We remember the ones
Who run out of dumb luck
Monuments are erected
And statutes are struck
But we tend to forget
If and when we forgive
That survivors survive
But they never quite live

As for our own war
Yes I recall now
Just what it was like
Our own personal hell
I've forgotten the good times
Heaven's so vague
I remember the battles
Oh how they raged

When losses and wounds
Are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched
In the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it
Retreat leads to rout
And then arms are laid down
And the fire goes out

When losses and wounds
Are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched
In the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it
Retreat leads to rout
And then arms are laid down
And the fire goes out

Writer : WAINWRIGHT
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC