Vietnam - John Grant

To say that I’m a man undone

Is understatement at its worst

I was completely incapacitated

By your southern charm

It hit me like an ancient gypsy curse

But this instrument you use with such precision--

It’s like a concrete wall

A thousand meters tall

And I’ve tried to climb its icy walls a million times

But I simply cannot find inside of me

The requisite resolve

Your silence is a weapon

It’s like a nuclear bomb

It’s like the Agent Orange

They used to use in Vietnam

And it’s accompanied by an apathy

That’s deafening to the ears

You know it is complete and perfect

And you wield it without fear

It isn’t complicated;

you just don’t care

You attack me by not saying anything

You say that you don’t bring your anger to me

But it poisons every fiber of your being

Now you started something that you cannot finish

And left me standing in the wreckage on my own

And the only thing that brings me any comfort

Is the knowledge is that, no matter who you’re with

You’ll always be alone

Your silence is a weapon

It’s like a nuclear bomb

It’s like the Agent Orange

They used to use in Vietnam

And it’s accompanied by an apathy

That’s deafening to the ears

You know it is complete and perfect

And you wield it without fear