A victim of the blitz.

In the times that we never forgot we stole the memories of the old
They were love drunk and sang the heart strings of the world
But we never believed all the stories that were proudly told
And the happy tears ran down with the taste of victory and salt

With the cobblestone, nobody walked in a straight line
Like a sheep, people followed what people knew
Knock at the door to be called up and nowhere to hide
Writing letters from around the globe of something new

A victim of the blitz
A victim of the blitz
Signed yours faithfully
A victim of the blitz

An underground hole where the land came through
Reliving the days before the sky threw down fire
Living a dusty day, the trusting got less, and the anger grew
We held our hands and prayed that we stuck together

A victim of the blitz
A victim of the blitz
Signed yours faithfully
A victim of the blitz....