Soft Kill - Cry Now Cry Later

Excuse the changing, the need for minor growth
Flying into the wind that knocked you from your post
Excuse invasive hands that pull for you to come close
I paid to be here

In war time you stand alone
In war time you play alone
And I feel so tired, here I go

With distance I'm trailing, the death of the glowing host
Stepping into the window of your home
Excuse the changing hands the stranger that now owns
I paid to be here

In war time you stand alone
In war time you play alone
And I feel so tired, here I go
In war time you play alone

You are what you are
I know
So go
You are what you are
Ever changing
It's known

In war time you stand alone
In war time you play alone
And I feel so tired, down I go
In war time you play alone