Those blind eyes were set ablaze like cast-down...
as she stooped to kiss his marbled Phantom face...

It has been like this for a while and
since you have been gone all I can do...

As we breathe
We learn to fly...

Hello Darkness, my old friend
It is potentially a beautiful day...

When you stood here
and watched the scenery...

They say it sings from loneliness and rage
perched upon its beam, day after day...

And in this vortex we were crashing
Twisting bodies - limbs were thrashing...

(I must) march, march, march - continue marching...
dragging toes, marching weary; I mustn't slow...

Send me from my native France, (from) laying on...
And fly my flag-draped coffin to Allied England's...

Ill wait for you
while you never did for me...

No bullets could ever touch us
Our heads held high in glory...

Now I'll never know
The sound of your heart beat...