I dreamed about the guys that died
Here in the morning, gone by night
I don't feel pain it's simply strange
To get used to this extreme change
The march moves on
The march moves on
The march moves on
The guys that died are in my head
The way they lied there in my bed
I don't feel pain it's simply strange
To get used to this extreme change
The march moves on
The march moves on
The march moves on