Bright Eyes Follow

well death may come invisible

or in a holy wall of fire

in the breath between the markers

on a black I-80 mile

from the madness of the governments

to the vengeance of the sea

yeah everything is eclipsed

by the shape of destiny

so love me now, hell is coming

yeah kiss my mouth, hell is here

little soldier, little insect

you know war it has no heart

it will kill you in the sunshine

or happily in the the dark

where kindness is a card game

and a bent up cigarette

in the trenches, in the hard rain

with a bullet and a bet

he says help me out, yeah, hell is coming

could you do it now? hell is here

see the sterile soil pours in the sky

dirty water final scraps of light

bring a new tear

so wake, baby, wake

but leave that blanket round you

there's nothing as safe

i'm leaving this place

there is nothing i'm planning to take

just you, just you