Standard (EADGBE)

In the grip of a winter came love and greed

Insane with faith I took the driving front seat

In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets

The call from emptyness duetted with my bodyheat

Bridge

I was alone at the front line

  The message I was told

  Was to try and find

the joy of a lifetime

Chorus

(2x)

I just can't think of England

I can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire

In the twilight hours of nervous rest

I bought the beast before believing the threats

In a foreighn field I cut all regrets

But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked up mess

Bridge

I was alone for the first time

  The message I was told

  Was to try and find

the joy of a lifetime

Chorus

(2x)

I just can't think of England

I can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire