Cry Now, Cry Later - Soft Kill

Excuse the changing, the need for minor growth

Flying into the wind that knocked you from your post

Excuse invasive hands that pull for you to come close

I paid to be here

In war time you stand alone

In war time you play alone

And I feel so tired, here I go

With distance I’m trailing, the death of the glowing host

Stepping into the window of your home

Excuse the changing hands the stranger that now owns

I paid to be here

In war time you stand alone

In war time you play alone

And I feel so tired, here I go

In war time you play alone

You are what you are

I know

So go

You are what you are

Ever changing

It’s known

In war time you stand alone

In war time you play alone

And I feel so tired, down I go

In war time you play alone