Foreign Fields - Names and Races

You sat me down and told me
We’d be alright
You said we were the only
Good guys
That we carried the light
In our aching bodies
That we carried the light

Down…

And the ashes fall
On the children’s faces
On their names and races
And here, at the end of time
You will find us waiting
On the seashore fading

I asked you if you’d leave me
You said you’d never go
But you lie there still
In your dying body
But you lie there still

Down…

And the ashes fall
On the children’s faces
On their names and races
And here, at the end of time
You will find us waiting
On the seashore fading

We’re still trying
We’re still trying
We’re still trying
We’re still trying to live