White Lies - Fifty On Our Foreheads

On the cusp of vessel 18 A look of terror in our eyes The moonlight licked the face of danger Innocence made us like soldiers Untouchable and golden The quilt of darkness dotted with our teardrops I know you’re sad I’m leaving So this may hurt a little But girl look from your window late tonight You think my heart is frozen While yours is slowly grieving You’ll see the boy you loved start burning in the sky We were a dozen to the project With a galaxy of questions And all we heard was lies about the truth No choice but be obedient Like prisoners of war Caught on the wrong side of morality and youth We thought about our loved ones Tallied 50 on our foreheads With the pen your mother gave me in the Spring The sun beat at the windows Within an hour James had cracked Left the ship and died still clinging to the wings