an expert in efficiancy. a protocol based soley on standards and practices and sparrows caught in barbed-wire stars. an angel left traces of chicken scratch that read off like morse code carved in the arms of our hostages. left for dead. still this boy's not ready for bed. happily say to me that this boy's not ready to leave. say to me. that these boy's aren't ready to leave. we wont go without a fight. i won't go without your pemission. or jeopardize the lives of my men. this boy's not ready to go home. i'll belive every word that they say cause they're so optimistic.
Lyrics submitted by DarkerShadeofWinter