I want to bury that lost comrade,
to part his body,
to draw his spirit in white chalk
Living, to bury caution,
and to conjure a mad,
nightmarish shout
on the line between Love and Missing
I want to bury that lost comrade,
to part his body,
to draw his spirit in white chalk
Living, to bury caution,
and to conjure a mad,
nightmarish shout
on the line between Love and Missing