Paper Rival The Kettle Black lyrics

When the cavalry clears and the limbs of our peers
Lay around us like sticks in the mud
We'll say to ourselves where's the heaven in this hell?
We're on a ladder without any rungs
With the ash of our friends in our lungs

That's enough about the war, how's my dear Elanor?
Have you heard back from William or Kate?
I've been getting the shakes from lack of sleep as of late
And my breath always reeks of escape
I'll be home soon and hopefully safe

If you love me you won't make a scene

When I get home please just leave me be
If you love me then don't make a scene
When I get home please just leave me be

Twenty years to the date of this close and some say
Henry saved us from missing our lives
He was buried away to the ground and the blame
That poor Elanor kept stored away
Well, his breath always reeked of escape