[ Предположительная тональность: G ] D Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about? Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. When I was their age all the lights went out. There was no time to whine or mope about. C7M D And even now part of me flies over C7M Dresden at angels one five. D C7M Though they'll never fathom it behind my D Sarcasm desperate memories lie. D Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good. 'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you. And there is something that I've locked away A memory that is too painful To withstand the light of day. C7M D C7M When we came back from the war the banners and D Flags hung on everyone's door. C7M We danced and we sang in the street and D The church bells rang. G C But burning in my heart, G C My memory smoulders on G C Emadd9 Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.