The Bombs Fall, The Rockets Fly

Testo:

© billybluej
Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore.
He was one of the lucky ones, he survived
He was one of the lucky ones when so many have died.
He was one of the lucky ones, he survived
They are mothers and fathers.
They are sons and daughters,
so many have died

Out here in the desert, we hear the children cry.
The bombs fall; the rockets fly.
Out here on the border, we hear the children cry.
Dressed in rags, they are the lucky ones, they survived.
They are the lucky ones when so many have died.
They are sons and daughters.

Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore.
She was one of the lucky ones, she survived
She was one of the lucky ones when so many died.
She was one of the lucky ones, she survived