You’re sinking all my ships 

You’re climbing all my fences 

The storm upon my gate

The breech in my defenses

Like the sun against the morning

You set your face against the doors in 

All the houses where I run

And I’m laying down my guns

And you keep coming on

Like Napoleon

And I’ll lose my head and throne 

In the bloody revolution

You fill the hollows of the halls

In the houses where I walk

You’re hanging pictures on the walls 

In the houses where I haunt

You’re standing on my harbor

You’re landing on my shore 

I’m handing down my armor 

I’m landing on my sword

On the brink of kingdom come 

And I’m standing in the flood 

Of everything I ever was

And I’m laying down my guns

And you keep coming on

Like Napoleon

And I’ll lose my head and throne 

In the bloody revolution

You fill the hollows of the halls

In the houses where I walk

You’re hanging pictures on the walls 

In the houses where I haunt

[Love can break your bones 

Broken bones sing songs 

I’m laying down my guns 

So I can sing along]

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