Victory In Numbers Code Red
So lay down upon this hospital bed,
I’ll stay with you here.
My hands can’t stop the bleeding now, the wounds are too severe.
But they did what they could for the moment.
You left us here with no words.
‘Code red’ is what we heard in the room.
‘Where’s my little boy?’
Your hands went cold, the air left your lungs -
too young to say goodbye.
Then you died in the cold of November.
We’ll always remember.
Meet me where the willow’s at
when the sun goes down and our shadows talk back.
Don’t you ever talk back - good boys don’t talk back now.
Save me tonight from all the ash and debris and get me out of this.
It happened too fast - a turn, and a crash.
It’s just too late for me.
Though you tried you just couldn’t protect me.
Don’t ever forget me.
Meet me where the willow’s at
when the sun goes down and our shadows talk back.
Don’t you ever talk back - good boys don’t talk back now.
Meet me with the other kids
thinking about what our fathers and mothers did.
We can never go back - I can never go back.
Never going back...
On your lips - the bad gin and old cigarettes.
Nowhere to go, we never paid no mind to it.
They told us ‘no’, but we’re never going to listen.
I hope your listening.
Meet me with the other kids thinking about this world.
