Soldiers
Thomas Calder
[Verse 1]
I've played with soldiers since I was young
Seas of plastic, a father's love
Crumpled napkins and cheap balloons
That burst before the guests have had their food
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Comatose and so morose, a pale and heaving mess
Your cousin's sneeze, an orange breeze will sweep away the rest
Repressed
[Refrain]
It's madness
[Verse 2]
Held your sorrow in polished glass
"Knowledge borrowed will never last."
Foolish shadow, a leading man
Who shoves the words in just because he can
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Butter, please. Increasingly, I'm swallowing my voice
Deeper still, a wish fulfilled, and you without a choice
Rejoice
[Refrain]
It's madness
[Outro (X15)]
You won't stop telling me
You can't stop memory
Your voice is killing me
You don't make sense