Tomorrow is ceasefire
Imaginations or doubts
Here lies my heart
Cold and frozen in the far south
Surrounded by wire meshed
We have safety without security
Camped at the crossroad
Of life and death
Sweet Lily, we are given guns
But remember you are my hide
We do war with bare hands
But I choose a slow cuddle into your side
When guns shoot
And bullets fly
I stay very sly
Suffering mine iron boots
Coming home is a might
Seeing you is my right
loving you is my greatest pride
Open wide thy loving arms
And let me fall in
For Tomorrow is a ceasefire