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:Signal Flare:

Intro:
“Hold…me…close”
I heard you say
I wish I could obey
But my shaking hand withdraws

“Close…the…wound”
I hear you whisper
Far in the distance
But my shaking hands withdraw

Chorus:
You haven’t got the guts to spill
To share with the rest of us

…Swimming in a sea-unknown…

Post:
Mud and dust and rust and all the rest
Painted across the faces of the strangers
Fine art of red on the walls
Concentrating on finding the source…the light

Verse:
“Carry me!”
“Carry me!”
“Carry me home!”
She says
Arms are breaking beneath the wait, can’t hesitate…or can we?
“Bury me!”
“Bury me!”
“Bury me down!”
Some say
Spirits defeated by the notion, fading as they speak

Chorus:
You haven’t got the guts to spill
To share with the rest of us

…Swimming in a sea-unknown…

Verse:
“Carry me!”
“Carry me!”
“Carry me home!”
She says
She said…

Bridge:
But what can I do?
The sky is sealed up
The earth has swallowed us whole, buried us deep
And I’m only one man standing up on tearing legs

Too much ash in the air to find myself speak
While others cry, they wail just to be seen
And I freeze, I can’t bear, I can’t find a fitting end
To this story, this tragedy, this jet-crash catastrophe

The saint in me, died long ago, no longer a typical hero
All the while the deathly moans, increase and scream
To aid their cause or beckon me
When our luck had finally run out
And I was left pleading this was only a dream…

Can’t cope with the victim scene…
60 dead, 15 wounded and 1 left safe and sound…
All the women, the children, the infants…
All murdered by me, by my hands, my guilt-red hands

…what can I do?…(responsibility amounting high)
…but what can I do?…(responsibility amounting)

…but what can, I, do?…

Post:
Mud and dust and rust and all the rest
Painted across the faces of the strangers
Fine art of red on the walls
Concentrating on finding the source…the light

Chorus:
You haven’t got the guts to spill
To share with the rest of us
Swimming in a sea-unknown
Signal flare will guide me home
If only it catches someone’s eye

You haven’t got the guts to spill
To share with the rest of us
Swimming in a sea-unknown
Signal flare will guide me home
If only it catches someone’s eye
In a world of black and white