Soldier, soldier

Won't you marry me?

With your musket fife and drum

O no sweet maid I cannot marry you

For I have a love of my own

Waking, waking in the living room

Beautiful hopelessness

Eyes to, eyes up to the ceiling and

We're tired of restlessness

It's not close to calming down

But I'm sticking around

Quiet, quiet in the room again

And you reach to hold my hand

Smiling, smiling through the hurt again

But I don't care what life has planned

Cause this will calm down in the end

And you'll always be my best friend

And we speak volumes but we don't makе a sound

We can't keep living in this hole in the ground

Lost thеn found

We're not close to calming down

But I'm sticking around

Cause one day this will end

My best friend