Out of the Warzone I scratched the sleep from my eyelashes and through the haze saw lightning flashes. Dreams of war and angel choirs, oil cans and desert fires. I hear commotions and things you shouldn’t hear. Desperate emotions – you shouldn’t be here. I feel your hands round my throat, as I black out up I float, the band strikes up for the final note – my soul is floating away, is floating away. I reached for you and found a note, the sheets were cold from what you wrote. The battle raged across the sky – “I love you” the battle cry. I hear commotions and things you shouldn’t hear. Desperate emotions – you shouldn’t be here. I feel your hands round my throat, as I black out up I float, the band strikes up for the final note – my soul is floating away, is floating away out of the warzone. I hear commotions and things you shouldn’t hear. Desperate emotions – you shouldn’t be here. I feel your hands round my throat, as I black out up I float, the band strikes up for the final note – my soul is floating away, is floating away, is floating away, is floating away out of the warzone.