Run they said to a promised land. Run and find us a helping hand. Don’t come back till the sun is gone. Don’t come back till the war is won. We all set out with our hearts in hand. A cold wind covered up a line in the sand. All so young. Nothing to lose. Pieces of silver and a dead mans shoes. And oh do you know what I’m saying. Strike a light to guide us. Somewhere. Tempest swells our worlds collide. Arrows from above and the salt in our eyes. Then as the sky began to bruise. We all sought shelter from the breaking news. Oh did I ever show you. All the great memorials all the factory floors. And oh though you know I don’t know you. Now that were here. Let’s make them proud. On and on and on and on and on and on we go. Traipsing over bridges. Over corpses down below. And all the while we could have smiled. For one thing on our minds. The very thing you strive for. Is the thing that makes you blind. Run they said to a promised land. Run and find us a helping hand. Don’t come back till the sun is gone. Don’t come back till the war is won. Tempest high stories tall. Thought that we learnt nothing at all. Then at last the day was saved. With flowers borrowed from a dead friends grave. And oh even still I don’t know you. Maybe I’ll show you. If you’ve eyes to see. And so farewell. And so farewell. And so farewell