text: Jesus, Jesus, what’s it all about?
  Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
  When I was their age all the lights went out
  There was no time to whine and mope about
  And even now part of me flies over
  Dresden at angels one five
  Though they’ll never fathom it behind my
  Sarcasm desperate memories lie
  Sweetheart, sweetheart, are you fast asleep? Good
  ‘Cause that’s the only time that I can really speak to you
  And there is something that I’ve locked away
  A memory that is too painful
  To withstand the light of day
  When we came back from the war
  The banners and flags hung on everyone’s door
  We danced and we sang in the street and
  The church bells rang
  But the burning in my heart
  The memory smolders on
  Of the gunners dying words on the intercom