You're right that I should give in
To the tides of an ocean war
Painted like hate within
But it's not me just one of those characters
Go up the sandy ground
Like a slave beneath a burning gun
Trying to distract me
Rush down the hill
Look at 'em run
Reach for my cluttered mind
Dust off the logic's to stop my kill
Blow room beside the pleasure ball
Bring my girl in to watch my thrill
Back home
Send me a plane
I want to leave as a shadow
Send me to wherever you please
Over and over
Long and slow
Take my photos of loss
Sell them on the street as souvenirs
The pavement's scratched with poems you'd know
About love and war
And how the end is near
Back home
Send me a plane
I want to leave as a shadow
Bring me to wherever you please
Over and over
Long and slow