Private Sorrow - Pretty Things

Heaven’s rain falls upon

Faces of the children who look skyward

Twisting metal through the air

Scars and screams so you might know his fury

See shells whistle

Let your mind drift away

See shells whistle

Let yourself hide away

Men walking tall, looking so small

Green trees of life disappearing

Mouthing the sounds, face clowning the frowns

Black the lips of command

Torn in the heart, you’re playing the part

Courage, it is so demanding

Loud brass in bands, marching through lands

Life snatching hand is near

Heaven’s army falls upon

The skirts of Mother Earth and then flies skywards

Twisting wings through the air

Lift the souls so you might know his fury

See shells whistle

Let your mind drift away

See shells whistle

Let yourself hide away

Dressed in white silk of rain, you marry the pain

As you kneel in a church of bright steel

A new morning arrives, you share the same skies

Umbrella ring a land full of peace

As the memory fades on the edge of a blade

You’ll return you 're sure that you will

From the frame in your hand, a smile expands

Hangs from a thread of glass tears