When I held your hand on the floor of the Windstar
And watched you hold in your last breath
I smiled at the unbroken promise
That could only be kept by our deaths
Whoa x4
The bullets they hit and cut and twisted
Just inches from our hearts and heads
I gripped and dug into the carpet
Like blankets on my childhood bed
The bloodstains they spread like a skyline
A city I dreamt of instead
We're never getting out of this Windstar mama
So I'll close my eyes just to rest
Singing
Whoa x4
The sirens and war cries from the market
Drowned out by violins in my head
When one of those shots finally found me
It filled me with light instead of lead
Then crying became fits of laughter
Excitement for some coming thing
When that RPG finally found us
Then both of our voices did sing
Singing
Mama your boys are coming home
Mama your boys are coming home
Mama your boys are coming home
Mama your boys are coming home
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