Cowritten with Jordan Taylor, in what was probably five minutes.
lyrics
Looking at the sleepless stars and wondering when you'll make it back
taking off into the night while me and sis were sleeping, thought we wouldn't understand just why you were leaving
Blood on the earth, and my heart on the floor
you swore that you'd never return to the war
mother was weeping, and couldn't say why
but I heard her pray to God keep him alive...
We'd run down to the postman every morning full of hope for letters that you wrote, for some word that you'd come home, and mother knitted anxiously the gloves we'd wear for winter, and though her hands were fast at work her face was getting thinner
Blood on the earth, and my heart on the floor
you swore that you'd never return to the war
mother was weeping, and couldn't say why
but I heard her pray to God "keep him alive..."
Her belly swells with child as winter passes
we distract ourselves with sanguine conversations
praying that you're home to see it happen
we distract ourselves with lighthearted conversations
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