Lyrics

In the grip of a winter came love and greed Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat I was alone at the front line The message I was told was to triumph at The joy of a lifetime I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire In the twilight hours of nervous rest I bought the peace before believing the threats In a foreign field, I cut all regrets But the boys in stories just repeat themselves in a fucked up mess I was alone for the first time The message I was told was to triumph at The joy of a lifetime I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England Can't see the picture (Aaaahh..) Can't see the picture (Aaaahh..) Can't see the picture