: post war lullabye :

ashes in her hands
blown up, blown down
under allied skies
she won't sleep tonight
run down the rubble
run down the street
run down the loss
of you and me

babes cry
dreams die
for distortions of love
wicked lies
in fictitious times
can we not see
a way to human kindness
for in our blindness
we eat our own

history lies
awake tonight
so soothe it to sleep
with soft light
with songs of hope
spin tales of starlight
in smokeless skies

ashes on your head
tuned in, toned down
under allied skies
you won't lose sleep tonight, so
with fierce kindness
build them strong
for sadly, surely
darkness always comes

awake tonight
are you awake tonight?