Guns / Napoleon - John Mark McMillan

You’re sinking all my ships

You’re climbing all my fences

The storm upon my gate

The breach 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

[Love can break your bones

Broken bones sing songs

I’m laying down my guns

So I can sing along]