[D]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 or mope about. [Cmaj7]And even now part of me fli[D]es over [Cmaj7]Dresden at angels one five. [D]Though [Cmaj7]they'll never fathom it behind my Sarcasm desperate memories [D]lie. [D]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. [Cmaj7]When we came back from the [D]war the [Cmaj7]banners and Flags hung on everyone's [D]door. We [Cmaj7]danced and we sang in the street and The church bells [D]rang. But [G]burning in my [C]heart, My [G]memory smoulders [C]on Of the [G]gunners dying [C]words on the [Emadd9]intercom.