Stalingrad

The sun sets amidst storm clouds
The rain is coming down
The sky glows and the light bends
You say The world feels at its end
More songs about the war between
The confused and the dazed and the damned and the mean
And who are we and what have we seen
Are we something in between

Take my hand, take my hand, take my hand, take my hand
We cannot care what's possible
We'll pull ourselves out of this quicksand
We'll meet up in the aftermath
We'll meet up in the aftermath
And after that

Whaccha reading now? Whaccha hearing
Is there somebody somewhere saying something worth repeating
Any ideas you've been tuning in
Any new age or way you can feel coming on
More songs about the war among
The weak and the scared and the hurt and the dumb
And who are we? And who have we been
And what are we becoming

Take my hand, take my hand, take my hand, take my hand
We cannot care what's possible
We'll pull ourselves out of this quicksand
We'll meet up in the aftermath
We'll meet up in the aftermath
And after that

The sun sets amidst storm clouds
The rain is coming down
The sky glows, and the light bends
You say, The world feels at its end
More songs about a chance for peace
Are we winning or losing? By miles or degrees
And who are we? And who could we be
Is there someone worth becoming

We'll meet up in the aftermath
We'll meet up in the aftermath

We can't surrender Stalingrad
We can't surrender Stalingrad
We can't surrender

Take my hand, take my hand, take my hand, take my hand
We cannot care what's possible
We'll pull ourselves out of this quicksand
We'll meet up in the aftermath, we'll meet up in the aftermath
And after that



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Fitzpatrick
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