Clara

Cannonfire breaks You are on the brink Of losing faith Faces of the war Coming in by train You lend your hand In all their simple sullen stories Shouting out Please don't ignore me Clara come home Your father's grown ill He needs of your help And he needs to lie still So go into his room Start dressing up his wounds And if he gets well Recovers his will We'll teach you to sell That license to heal So go into your room Start dressing up your wounds Window glass broken When you choose to fight Losing sound and sight Crashing of the light Don't be taken for a simple fool You know what you do Don't mistake what you choose Clara come home Your father's grown ill He needs of your help And he needs to lie still So go into his room Start dressing up his wounds And if he gets well Recovers his will We'll teach you to sell That license to heal So go into your room Start dressing up your wounds Clara come home Your father's grown ill He needs of your help And he needs to lie still So go into his room Start dressing up your wounds