You’re sinking all my ships
You’re climbing all my fences
The storm upon my gate
The breach in my defenses
Like the sun against the morning
You set your face against the doors in All the houses where I run
And I’m laying down my guns
And you keep coming on Like Napoleon
And I’ll lose my head and throne
In the bloody revolution
You fill the hollows of the halls
In the houses where I walk
You’re hanging pictures on the walls
In the houses where I haunt
You’re standing on my harbor
You’re landing on my shore
I’m handing down my armor
I’m landing on my sword
On the brink of kingdom come
And I’m standing in the flood
Of everything I ever was
And I’m laying down my guns
And you keep coming on Like Napoleon
And I’ll lose my head and throne
In the bloody revolution
You fill the hollows of the halls
In the houses where I walk
You’re hanging pictures on the walls
In the houses where I haunt
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