Thinking of Him

2, 3, 4

I saw it all come down
I saw it all fall to the ground
I saw it all spell out
Documents that cut a man's head
And left him for dead
As countless others bled

I saw the pins in the map
I saw where they pointed their attack
But the fault lines were deep
Left their map for the blind to read
And the dog to feed
As we saw it all receed

Downfall, downfall
Downfall, downfall
Now the truth is out
I won't sleep without thinking of him

I wore the same blue dress
To keep his eyes from my arrest
But I didn't know what to expect
All the other girls fall for his respect
As we all faught the war
Behind an iron door
And watched them fall

Downfall, downfall
Downfall, downfall
Now the truth is out
I won't sleep without thinking of him, him, him

I want it, I need it
A forger to believe it
I want it, I need it
A forger to believe it

Now the truth is out
I won't sleep without
Now the truth is out
Of him, of him, of him