Nothing
Matt McNish
GENRE Hear the bed that creaks
Here where the soldiers sleep
Out on the churning sea
There go their counted sheep
In the breast of each
There is a counted beat
That is the sheep i eat
That is the beat i keep
Give up your life for me
Young men of history
I love your bravery
Peel off my face and see…
I am the one you keep
Inside your memory
I am her memory
That you’re remembering
I am the field of wheat
On which a memory was made
And i was each and every
Blade of grass you passed
Give up your life for me
Young men of history
I love your bravery
Peel off my face and see
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Here where the soldiers sleep
Out on the churning sea
There go their counted sheep
In the breast of each
There is a counted beat
That is the sheep i eat
That is the beat i keep
Give up your life for me
Young men of history
I love your bravery
Peel off my face and see…
I am the one you keep
Inside your memory
I am her memory
That you’re remembering
I am the field of wheat
On which a memory was made
And i was each and every
Blade of grass you passed
Give up your life for me
Young men of history
I love your bravery
Peel off my face and see
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
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