Life After Wartime - The Nursery

I lie awake

Sleepless eyes in rare cacophony

Oh this city shakes

My friends screaming out in perfect harmony

Hold on, pinch me hard enough

It’s not a dream I’ve seemed to survive

We’re growing up while it’s blowing up

The stench of honey in life after wartime

Aeroplanes

Tear up the evening sky and shred the last of the stars

Hold on, pinch me hard enough

It’s not a dream I’ve seemed to survive

We’re growing up while it’s blowing up

Paradise in life after wartime

A garden full of corpses

In a bed of roses

Bend towards the light

To feed their appetite

Humor has it’s ways

Of coping with the days

I laugh until I bleed

And think why can’t this be

Somebody else’s life

But me