Lyrics:

In the grip of a winter came love and greed Insane with faith I took the driving front seat In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat



I was alone at the front line The message I was told was to try and find The joy of a lifetime



I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire



I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire



In the twilight hours of nervous rest I bought the beast before believing the threats In a foreign field I cut all regrets But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves In fucked-up mess



I was alone for the first time The message I was told was to try and find The joy of a lifetime



I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire



I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire..