Remember the morning we dug up your gun 
The worms in the barrel, the hangin' sun 
Those first nervous evenings perfume and gin 
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name 
The beat of your heart, the devil's arcade

You said heroes are needed, so heroes get made 
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid 
The cool desert morning, then nothin' to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name 
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
Of the devil's arcade

You sleep and dream of your buddies Charlie and Jim
And wake with the thick desert dust on your skin

A voice says "Don't worry, I'm here"
Just whisper the word 'tomorrow' in my ear 
A house on a quiet street, a home for the brave 
The glorious kingdom of the sun on your face 
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave 
On a thin chain of next moments 
And something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make 
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits 
For the touch of your fingers 
The end of a day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart 
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of her heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade

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