Caught in the Crossfire (Studio Demo)

I got the message last night Words and punctuation A side-arm volley from the flank That caught me in the crossfire Steadied my shaking hands Despite the complication Of way too many amphetamines And a medicated head It's been two weeks out on the front It's a bad situation Too little sleep, too little peace And too many friends long gone away I shouldered my rifle And prepared for evacuation I left the note behind in wax And left the words to burn It said: This is not a warning This is not a distress call But my ship is in the harbor now And I'm sailing out from shore Don't blame the ocean Don't blame anything at all Don't blame yourself or blame the fight That's kept us far apart I'm the captain of my vessel And I'm tearing down this wall Of distance and relentless doubt between us Until you see what I know now You're drifting out at sea And I'm waiting for the fall If you return, you'll find me gone for good So I leave you my heart At the bottom of the ocean For you to keep behind your eyes And remember, if you should return The love you left behind We stormed the bunker last night I fought for my decisions I didn't lose sight of her And kept my love in mind I was caught in the crossfire My blood will leave with my conviction And the words I speak under fire and smoke Will echo in our eyes We are the living We are the dead who don't know why We are the favored sons and daughters who Never knew to try We are the living We are the dead who don't know why We are the favored sons and daughters who Never knew to try We are the living We are the dead who don't know why We are the favored sons and daughters who Never knew to try We are the living We are the dead who don't know why We are the favored sons and daughters who Never knew to try We are the living We are the dead who don't know why We are the favored sons and daughters who Never knew to try We are the living We are the dead who don't know why We are the favored sons and daughters who Never knew to try