[Verse 1]

Jesus, Jesus, what’s it all about?

Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape

When I was their age, all the lights went out

There was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies

Over Dresden at angel's one five

Though they’ll never fathom it, behind my sarcasm

Desperate memories lie

[Verse 2]

Sweetheart, sweetheart, are you fast asleep? Good

'Cause that’s the only time that I can really speak to you

And there is something that I’ve locked away

A memory that is too painful to withstand the light of day

And when we came back from the war

The banners and flags hung on everyone’s door

We danced and we sang in the street and

The church bells rang

[Outro]

But the burning in my heart

The memory smolders on

Of the gunner's dying words

On the intercom