lyin on the cold hard ground
with the echoes of a canon round
my lungs are full of smoke and fear,
and the rain is mixin with my tears
oh save me clara, i fear i'm fadin
hold me clara, don't keep me waitin
i don't have long
my hands are lyin on the ground,
i can't feel what they're sayin
haunted by the terrible sound
of the priest above me prayin
oh save me clara, i fear i'm fadin
hold me clara, don't keep me waitin
i don't have long
