Rose Windows Wartime Lovers
As the wheels all turn, and the noon Sun burns
A story rolls off this tongue, it extols
The miles between, your son; your child
Remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive
This evening brought his end; his time
No tears from grief
Just a Virgin for his shrine
A floral wreath
And the shame for his crime
Remember the days when he was young, wild, and alive
Across these wide oceans—smoke blacks out innocent days
So old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey
Gently escape or let them live on in you
He sang this song to young olive eyes
And took her hand across the burning sands
From desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive
They were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died
Across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days
So old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey
Gently escape and let them live on in you
