epiphany (the long pond studio sessions)

Keep your helmet, keep your life, son

Just a flesh wound, here's your rifle

Crawling up the beaches now

"Sir, I think he's bleeding out"

And some things you just can't speak about

With you I serve, with you I fall down, down

Watch you breathe in, watch you breathing out, out

Something med school did not cover

Someone's daughter, someone's mother

Holds your hand through plastic now

"Doc, I think she's crashing out"

And some things you just can't speak about

Only twenty minutes to sleep

But you dream of some epiphany

Just one single glimpse of relief

To make some sense of what you've seen

With you I serve, with you I fall down, down

Watch you breathe in, watch you breathing out, out

With you I serve, with you I fall down, down

Watch you breathe in, watch you breathing out, out

Only twenty minutes to sleep

But you dream of some epiphany

Just one single glimpse of relief

To make some sense of what you've seen