His Eyes
Pseudo Echo
4:37I moved so deeply A creeping chill climbs my spine Yet it's still and I'm warm All eyes go glory A hurry to get the boats Seas calling out sons of man Saying "Ride soon, keep warm" As they're waving from the shore We saw the posters That toasted the fights abroad Signed "Here we'll take boys afores" Such propaganda and slander From desperate men Draining the blood of the young Saying "Ride soon, keep warm" As they're waving from the shore Saying "Ride soon, keep warm" As they're waving from the shore Saying "Ride soon, keep warm" As they're waving from the shore Saying "Ride soon, keep warm" As they're waving from the shore