This Boy (Perry Brendan)

Never ever wanted to fight in your war Never wanted to fight your wars for you This boy only believes in love Never wanted to sign away my life Never wanted to hand over my rights This boy only believes in love This boy bends backwards While this boy crawls on his tummy And this boy prays for forgiveness for all of our sins For the state we're in Sometimes I feel like I'm sleepwalking In a big and haunted house Just stumbling around in the darkness Can´t seem to get to sleep at night Because of the lies, the lies, the lies Is all we've been told Sometimes it's hard for us to find the truth In a world we no longer seem to understand But don't let them break us and don't let them nail us Into boxes for the old man's plea This boy is coming home from the war Coming in from the cold, to settle old scores End old scorn