| Song | Soldiers Hands |
| Artist | Amandine |
| Album | Solace in Sore Hands |
| trouble's brewing in the ranks | |
| broken (knot?) on every flag | |
| and all the soldiers' hands were red | |
| from all the tears and blood that's shed | |
| and in the morning when the reveille | |
| pulls us from more sleep | |
| puts a fracture in the reverie | |
| and kills our quiet dreams | |
| widow waits (_____________?) | |
| a solemn look upon her face | |
| time is lost in love and war | |
| remember what you're waiting for | |
| then the morning when the enemy | |
| fire among the (_____?) | |
| sounds like voices in analogy | |
| (_____________?) |