Take Me

I pull me boots off throw my weapons on the floor. Cry my eyes out in my private little war. Well it seems Ive been a soldier heaven knows Ive been know saint. In my camouflage and armor cold heart and grease paint. To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down. The armies all are quiet and the guns dont make a sound Cause you melted the steel walls tore down the barbed wire Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire And now youre leaving, theres nothing I can do I want you know youre gonna take me with you Well now three on a match is suicide in the foxhole of my mind And way off in the distance air raid sirens whine And they sing your song of rescue to my tattered worn out shell You drag me to your safety from this my front line hell The blood that was spilled in heartache before Left road maps of scars that I never could ignore Chorus