Born in a field
And made to attack
I look at the skies
And never wear black

I seem a bit old
But I’m not too young
The child inside me
Is showing it’s tongue

Worry I don’t
No matter how strange
It’s only a game
Of minimum range

I carry my coat
I carry yours too
I hold on your hand
I know we are through

Minutes from now
A day like today
You won’t feel a thing
The sun and the rain

Don’t ask about me
I know it’s a trick
Your shadow moves fast
I can’t see your feet

Burn on the sun
Fly on the moon
Take out your gun
Shoot me as soon as

I walk away
Faster than you
Running to find
Something to do

Born in a field
And made to attack
I look at the skies
And never wear black
I seem a bit old
But I’m not too young
The child inside me
Is showing it’s tongue

I was made to attack
I was
I was made to attack
I was
I was made to attack
I was
I was made to attack
I was