THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE QUEEN - A Soldier's Tale lyrics

Wake up feeling good

Go to bed frequently lost in the wood

A soldier's tale of soul winning love

No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth

All over now out

Birdsong in the night

The sound drags a net through the twilight

Emptiness in computors bothers me

These are the seas in our minds

We make our own confine in time