In some gone story of old My pulse is racing On boarders towers in flames My pulse is racing while New winds blow taste like the cold Blinded by the sun Facing the wall Look at the skies up Through her eyes Can't tell what he's thinking of And put a pause to her smile Hand on flower dropped at Burial ground Hardened by church and law The spell that binds us all She's full of it all Somewhere, somewhere Out of reach of consolation Heard the echo of Never ending war Won't cut the weekend short Freedom won't answer your call Hardened by church and law The spell that binds us all She's full of it all Somewhere, somewhere Out of reach of consolation Heard the echo of Never ending war Won't cut the weekend short Freedom won't answer your call