Wartime Lovers Lyrics
| Song | Wartime Lovers |
| Artist | Rose Windows |
| Album | The Sun Dogs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| As the wheels all turn, and the noon Sun burns | |
| A story rolls off this tongue, it extols | |
| the miles between, your son; your child | |
| remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive | |
| this evening brought his end; his time | |
| no tears from grief, | |
| just a Virgin for his shrine | |
| a floral wreath | |
| and the shame for his crime | |
| remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive | |
| across these wide oceans—smoke blacks out innocent days | |
| so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey | |
| gently escape or let them live on in you | |
| He sang this song to young olive eyes | |
| and took her hand across the burning sands | |
| from desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive | |
| they were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died | |
| across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days | |
| so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey | |
| gently escape and let them live on in you. |
| As the wheels all turn, and the noon Sun burns | |
| A story rolls off this tongue, it extols | |
| the miles between, your son your child | |
| remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive | |
| this evening brought his end his time | |
| no tears from grief, | |
| just a Virgin for his shrine | |
| a floral wreath | |
| and the shame for his crime | |
| remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive | |
| across these wide oceans smoke blacks out innocent days | |
| so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey | |
| gently escape or let them live on in you | |
| He sang this song to young olive eyes | |
| and took her hand across the burning sands | |
| from desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive | |
| they were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died | |
| across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days | |
| so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey | |
| gently escape and let them live on in you. |
| As the wheels all turn, and the noon Sun burns | |
| A story rolls off this tongue, it extols | |
| the miles between, your son your child | |
| remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive | |
| this evening brought his end his time | |
| no tears from grief, | |
| just a Virgin for his shrine | |
| a floral wreath | |
| and the shame for his crime | |
| remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive | |
| across these wide oceans smoke blacks out innocent days | |
| so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey | |
| gently escape or let them live on in you | |
| He sang this song to young olive eyes | |
| and took her hand across the burning sands | |
| from desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive | |
| they were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died | |
| across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days | |
| so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey | |
| gently escape and let them live on in you. |
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