John Mark McMillan - Guns / Napoleon (Commentary) текст песни

Youre sinking all my ships
Youre climbing all my fences
The storm upon my gate
The breach in my defenses
Like the sun against the morning
You set your face against the doors in All the houses where I run
And Im laying down my guns
And you keep coming on Like Napoleon
And Ill lose my head and throne
In the bloody revolution
You fill the hollows of the halls
In the houses where I walk
Youre hanging pictures on the walls
In the houses where I haunt
Youre standing on my harbor
Youre landing on my shore
Im handing down my armor
Im landing on my sword
On the brink of kingdom come
And Im standing in the flood
Of everything I ever was
And Im laying down my guns
And you keep coming on Like Napoleon
And Ill lose my head and throne
In the bloody revolution
You fill the hollows of the halls
In the houses where I walk
Youre hanging pictures on the walls
In the houses where I haunt
[Love can break your bones
Broken bones sing songs
Im laying down my guns
So I can sing along