Quiet On The Front

I can't hold a glass of wine yet, But they think it's fun to have me hold a gun, Kill a man, and kill his son.Well, straight down in the yard when

Uncle pulled his gun and

Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark

The wheels just keep on turning

The men just keep on marching in

I swear to god if you don't get that letter

I will kill myself before they kill me on the line

In the end the heart divines

In the pictures, we'll reside

Without memories we all fade in time, in time

Mother sweeps at night the porch

Squints, hardly to discover

Baby coming home, but of course

She doesn't to know how or when he will get there

Surely needing repair Worries to the bone, gets weaker

As The wheels just keep on turning

The men just keep on marching in

I swear to god if you don't get that letter

I will kill myself before they kill me on the line

In the end the heart divines

In the pictures, we'll reside

Without memories, we all fade in time, in time'

Ma'am we found his corpse

With sincere regret

Ma'am we found his corpse

With sincere regret'

In the end the heart divines

In the pictures, we'll reside

Without memories we all fade in time

Without memories we all fade in time, in time

Without memories we all fade in time, in time

Without memories we all fade in time, in time

Without memories we all fade in time, in time