Let down your guard,
The battleâs done,
And all the shame,
Will fall away
And I will,
I will,
Be here,
I will be here
Through this rain,
I feel the heat,
And trumpetâs sound,
In my sleep,
Memories, call to us,
And all I hear,
Are soldierâs songs
I wish, I wish
You were here,
I wish you were here
So burn all your photographs,
Your images of war,
Blindfold to history,
You fall against, fall against,
You fall against the wall
And Iâve burned all your photographs,
And your images of war,
And Iâm blindfold to history,
And I fall against the wall