Ian Bruce Breezeband Prisoner of War

Текст с Bandcamp а: PRISONER OF WAR (Ian M. Bruce) There s a dark island sitting on the horizon. It s high palm trees span the setting sun. The ripples are taking the fiery skies for a ride. But I m cold inside. Colours of picture postcard paradise, But reality is freezing me like ice. I m lying here face down in the grass And my outlook is grim. Freedoms chance is slim. I ve got a gun in my hand. As I stare at blood red sand, And pray God let this war end. My life s my friend. Let me see that old urban skyline, Where the smoggy hue mingles with the grime, In that old city scene where life seemed so mean, There s none to compare, Let me be there Take this gun from my hand, Can t you understand when I pray, Let this war end. My life s my friend. from Annie Laurie released June 1, 1997