Beat The Air

Latin Quarter - Pantomime of Wealth

Lyrics

Lying in her bed,
Counting the planes and hoping they all come home
From the raids to night in Coventry or Bremen
Huddled on a basement floor,
Praying that those planes would just go home
Back to whatever hell they came from.

Beat the air
Screams howl into silence
Tear the bonds
Their humanity will never save them
Never save them

She holds her children close
Hoping the God she has is watching still
To answer these young bewildered questions
As the city falls
Where are the heroes she can cling to?
In this war so hard and full of deception

Beat the air
Screams howl into silence
Tear the bonds
Their humanity will never save them
This cruel sky
This heartless rain will never soothe them
The only truth, the only truth we can be nothing
We can be nothing

Members in the chamber speechify
Regret the loss of every innocent life
We go to war for honour and for pride
Now every year is 1939

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