Sleeping At Last - Mars

^GmWe laid our ^Cmnames to r^Gmest Along the dotted l^D#ine. ^{Cm Gm}We left our date of birth And our history ^Cmbehind.

^CmWe were full of ^D#life, We could barely ^Fhold it ^Gmin. We were amateurs^F at war, Strangers to suf^Cmfering.

We made our ^Gmfamilies ^D#proud But scared at the same t^Gmime. We promised we’d be ^Fsafe, Another lie from the fro^Cmnt lines.

Our ^D#backs against the wall, We’re surrounded ^Gmand afraid. Our lives now in the han^Fds Of the soldiers ^Cmtaking aim.

Our q^D#uestions ricochet Like broken sate^Gmllites: How our bodies, born to ^Fheal, Become so prone to d^Gmie?

^GmThough time is ruthless, It showed us kindness in the e^Cmnd,

^GmAs life replayed, we ^Cmheard a voice proclaim: ^D# "lay ^Cmyour weapons d^D#own! They’re calling ^Gmoff the war On account of losing tra^Fck Of what we’re fighting f^Cmor."

So we found our way back ho^D#me, Let our cuts and bru^Cmises h^Gmeal. While a brand-new war be^Fgan, One that no one else could f^Cmeel.

Our nights have grown so lo^D#ng. Now we beg for sound a^Gmdvice. "let the brokenness be f^Felt 'til you reach the other s^Cmide. There is go^D#odness in the heart Of every br^Gmoken man Who comes right up to the edge ^F Of losing everything he ^Cmhas." (Losing ^Gmeverything he ^D#has) (Losing everyt^Gmhing he has) We were young enough to ^Fsign Along the dotted line^D#.

(To build a better l^Gmife) Now we’re young enough t^Fo try To build a better l^Gmife. ^CmTo build a better l^Gmife.