Written by Sid Griffin, Stephen McCarthy, Tom Stevens, Greg Sowders and Will Birch
She sings alone and brings the kinda light to wash your sorrow
She waits for many things, including lies
What can she do, what can she do
She wants to mess so bad
She wants to be held and be had
She goes to church alone
For love on Sunday
What will she do, what will she do
Rows of crosses, white
Comrades in arms
St Christopher guides them , capturing the flag
Walking in, in line
Those they left behind
Sentries stand for those capturing the flag
Now many times she passes
Plans so filled with pale tomorrows
Soldiers bring back lies, instead of lives
What can you do, what can you do
Rows of crosses, white
Comrades in arms
St Christopher guides them , capturing the flag
Walking in, in line
Those they left behind
Sentries stand for those capturing the flag
She once had a boy
She once had a husband too
She once had a son
She once had a husband too
They take them from the ground, shine them a light
Pass them in review, tell them that was life
What could they do, what could they do
Rows of crosses, white
Comrades in arms
St Christopher guides them , capturing the flag
Walking in, in line
Those they left behind
Sentries stand for those capturing the flag
© Sid Griffin, Stephen McCarthy, Tom Stevens, Greg Sowders and Will Birch
Published by Huevos Rancheros/Bug Music Ltd