Winter
The yellow sunWell, it took the handOf a country boyTo a city in a far-off land
We made no markNo shadow at allOn the ancient, holy streetsWhere I learned to crawl
The broken and the bruisedThe young and the usedThe sure and confusedAll here
Words will then land on meThen abandon meMangle, untangle meLeave me on the floorRhymes, they sprang in meSummer sang in meBut summer sings in me no more
Now I'm twenty-fiveAnd trying to stay aliveIn a corner of the worldWith no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hellWe're like butter on toastBut there's no army in this worldThat can fight a ghost
The broken and the bruisedThe young and the usedThe sure and confusedAll here
Words will then land on meThen abandon meLeave me strandedIn guard of the doorRhymes began in meSummer sang in meBut summer sings in me no more
Listening to the criesExchangingsThe silence in the foreign groundListening to the thunderThe sky is strangeStretched over everyoneListening to the tanksThe shots comeThe noise from dusk till dawnListening to the callsShouts, frustration
At twenty-oneI was born a sonAnd on that day I knewI could kill
To protect the onesWe put bullets in gunsOr anything it takesTo take a life until it's still