Spinning from the bridges,
like a bird perched on a branch
that will never let me breathe
For the road that we walk
Has more miles left to talk
The story's ended and we go
Spinning from the bridges
give a soft sigh to the ground
So sail away the flag -nailed high,
So sail away the flag -nailed high,
For the road that we walk
has four miles left to talk
The story's out and out we go
For the road that we walk
has all eyes left to tell
The story's out and out we go
So soldier with your gun held high,
So soldier with your gun held high,
sends the blood to the roof of my head
Sands of blood to my head
Cry it out, cry it out, oh
Cry it out, cry it out, oh
Cry it out, cry it out over me
Crying out, crying out, oh
Crying out, crying out, oh
Crying out, crying out over me