Reoccupy in figure eights
I'm resident in loops and weaves
I'm spinning out a history
On a hairpin
Under the watchtower
Caress the stretch, my GTI
Smoke signals to the skyline
of Tel Aviv
Bring hope back to me
One checkpoint at a time
Figure 8
When I tear up the market square
I leave my tears behind
When I fly through
The barricades
I leave my tears behind
I'm always speeding through
Some horse powered dream
Through white light
And metallic streams
Looking for a place to set my feet
I'm looking for a place
Oh you don't know how much
I need to feel
This revolution
Tearing up the ground
No you don't know how much
I need to feel
This revolution
Tearing up the ground
And I am dreaming
Dreaming
Lt. Nigara
I go to work on the outside
Lower my gun
I go to work on the outside
Lift my veil
Spring like a cat to the rooftops
Green eyes on the sniper
I hold them down like a bear
Holding down danger
Hold my life up
to the full face of God
I am not afraid
No one could say it's indecent
to pour myself out
'Til my veins are hollow
For the peace of Helmand
No one could say it's forbidden
For women to crawl
Into the arms of women
And be believed
Hold my life up
to the full face of God
When the mourners
gather round my body in Lashkargah
Let them speak of how often
I came home
When the mourners
gather round my body in Lashkargah
Let them speak of how often
I came home
From the outside, smiling, alive, always
Setting out again
Courage billowing
My skirts like a sail
Dig
I am bent towards the wreckage of a diamond studded landscape
All those glittering promises
Slipping through my fingers
They've ploughed our backs and scattered our bones
I keep my head down at drill point in a bullet bloodied landscape
All those gold lusting fingers
Tight around the barrell
Oh you will dig for the devil 'til your fingers bleed
Ploughed our backs and scattered our bones
Ploughed our backs and scattered our bones
Rape and death are my overseers in the morning
Rape and death, they are crouching near in the morning
A silent agony
And all the world's misery was in our heads