I hear the sound of bombers over my headOn the verge of whatever, I am nothing but sadWe are all lost within this, more or less Another man down, on common groundI hear the sound of bombers over my headOn the verge of whatever, I am nothing but sad I hear the sound of bombers over my headOn the verge of whatever, I am nothing but sadWe are all made of scars, more or less Another man down, another man downI lay on my bedErasing stars down from the skyA view to the westAnd I'm all aloneAnd the world passes byI lay on my bedErasing stars down from the skyA view to the westAnd the world passes byErasing stars down from the skyAnd the world passes by
