Packed up all the rifles
You showed me where the wounds were...
the bloodstains and the rivals
Like your pain was worse, babe, from me pointing out the truth...babe
Me waving flags, of lines in sand
You admit I had the proof
But now there's a truce...
Trying hard to put my trust in you...
Is it too hard to do...
Is this another ruse...
Going through old boxes
I find the words I wrote on faded paper
I said I hoped to find someone to smile at me the way you did when we were new.
Now it all comes back to you...
Some of these wounds are mended
Some still remain...like grooves in an old familiar record...
Playing ghostly tunes...
It’s all a gift... in precious ribbons...
in colors that barely fade...
Packed up all my swords and guns...
refuse to raise my rifle
Still afraid where this might go...
Still haunted by the rivals
I hear you using Us and We...
A new page, a revival...
I wonder can we get there babe... with all this need and breathless asking...
Can we get past the scars, have happiness and call it ours...
that’s all up to you babe...
It’s all up to you....
