In the grip of a winter came love and greed
Insane with faith I took the driving front seat
In the low light comfort of Berlin streets
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
And I was alone at the frontline
The message I was taught
Was the triumph and the joy of a lifetime
I just can’t think of England
I can’t see the picture
I’m still running from the fire, the fire
I just can’t think of England
I can’t see the picture
I’m still running from the fire, the fire, the fire
In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the peace before believing the threat
In a foreign field I cut all regrets
But the poison stories just repeat themselves
In a fucked up mess
And I was alone for the first time
The message I was taught
Was the triumph and the joy of a lifetime
I just can’t think of England
I can’t see the picture
I’m still running from the fire, the fire
I just can’t think of England
I can’t see the picture
I’m still running from the fire, the fire
I just can’t think of England
Can’t see the picture
Can't see the picture
Can't see the picture