Yet every night you're there again, you wonder what is wrong. The sounds of war have faded now, the Long Green is long gone, Won't feel the rain you're waiting for, there is no firefight, If you'll hear a voice beside you whisper "Trouble on the wire."Ī twig is snapped behind, and a bird flies out in front,Īnd Donny mutters in his sleep, and you want to kill the c**t.īut you can't hear the screams of pain, see tracer trails tonight, You wonder as you lie there, if the time will come to fire, You wonder as you dig down deep if you’ll end up in hell.īut hell is all around you, and heaven is long gone,Ī girl you knew from other days who'd kiss you, on and on. The scrape is never deep enough, the fresh earth close you smell, You're lying in your shell scrape, the trees are thick around,Ĭolin's on the watch again, alert for every sound. The Ancient History Of Colin On The Wire. Between Tides: Torres Strait Music Project.
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