Not for Glory - Broken Home

Tommy …

I see your shadow…

out in the country…

where all the flowers grow.

and i …

can hear your echo…

up from the trenches.

it won’t be there Tomorrow…

In the sun the flower blossoms.

the war it ends…

under the water clouds.

we make friends again…

What clowns of madness are these.

the battered lie down…

under the streets under the hills…

but not for glory…

Nothing moves.

still forever…

soft smoke …

burning embers…

No moon…

no stars…

just miles and miles of silence…

In the sun the flower blossoms.

the war it ends…

under the ice winter…

there’s no friends…

What clowns of madness are these.

the battered lie down…

under the streets under the hills…

but not for glory…