Don’t turn your back on me and walk away. We have to talk and sort things out there are so many facts we’ve never spoke about. Each time we’ve tried the sky turned black with cloud. What is the point, you’ve asked: row after row is what you want?
Why should we fight, Why should there be a war when peace and understanding could do more?
I want to talk,not keep my mouth shut. I want to share with you the life I had when we were far apart,
I want to tell you of those left on fields where sun burns hot and turns their bones to dust. I want to know, how did you spent your time, whose arms you hugged, whose kisses did you share, where did you go and who you’d met?
You want to draw a line under all that. You feed me, sit me in the chair, while you out to taste the clean fresh air.
Is it too much to ask to be together like we were? Don’t turn your back on me, lets sit and chat the way we were.