Lyrics

IMAGES OF WAR

Waking up mid summer and scheming out
A day of only pleasure
As holding her my fingers tickle down her spine
And she's loving it as I take her magic in

As images of war come screaming through my head
Digging up the graves and waking up the dead
Busting through the village and flushing out the reds
Trembling in a field as the only one who fled
The rest are dead

Stopped into a vineyard on balmy downs
She wants sauvignon
With sourdough brown as I think vintage fromage
With pinot noir and to find a shady table

As images of war come screaming through my head
Digging up the graves and waking up the dead
21 and charming a bullet in the back
Former young poet now wrapped up in a flag
In a body bag





Neath an olive tree I wait for her she's beautiful
As breathing in I smell the sea and to the west
Kahurangi looms above the rolling downs
A mountain view redolent of Europe

As images of war come screaming through my head
Digging up the graves and waking up the dead
Warsaw and Cologne in black and white decay
And cattle trucks and guards that never go away
Never go away