| A man and his youth |
| You are who you were |
| Men in white, whispers in the dark |
| You are who you were |
| Moscow in my ear whispering fear |
| Paris burns underground |
| Paris sleeps just underground |
| So tie me down |
| Send me away from here |
| When nothing makes sense but stilling memories in your head |
| Let me go, find a way on our own |
| But, just wait for me with hair-in-wind |
| Hands-in-teeth, for nothing else |
| Hey maker, I think I was meant for this |
| A frozen sun, a woman’s face are all I have, are all I need |
| You were who you were then we met in the silence and peace |
| You’re quiet, eyes are tame |
| So tie me down |
| Send me away from here |
| When nothing makes sense but stilling memories in your head |
| Let me go, find a way on our own |
| But, just wait for me with hair-in-wind |
| Hands-in-teeth, for nothing else |
| I can’t save you |
| You can’t save me |
| Take your peacetime needs, let go of me |
| Take your peacetime hopes and bury them |
| Take your peacetime love and marry her |
| Take your peacetime wants and tie me down |
| Take your peacetime life and reassess |
| Take your peacetime hopes and swallow hard |
| Take your peace time thoughts and all of your peacetime memories |
| And don’t tell a soul |
| So tie me down, send me away from here |
| When nothing makes sense but getting way from here |
| Let me go, find a way on our own |
| Get away from here |