D
Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
D
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
D
When I was their age all the lights went out
D
There was no time to whine or mope about
C7M D
And even now part of me flies
C7M
Over Dresden at angel's one five
D C7M
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
D
Sarcasm desperate memories lie
D
Sweetheart, sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good
D
'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you
D
And there is something that I've locked away
D
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day
C7M D
When we came back from the war
C7M D
The Banners and flags hung on everyone's door
C7M
We danced and we sang in the street and
D
The church bells rang
G D C
But burning in my heart
G D C
My memory smoulders on
G D C Em9
Of the gunner's dying words on the intercom
