missing souls

where are all those missing sailors

if they'd known about the monster weather

then they wouldn't have gone

and there'd be fewer missing souls

fewer broken hearts

for the ones left behind

where are all those missing soldiers

had they heard the drills pneumatic sickness

sewing machine of bullets not seen

rat a tat tat his red on the green

just a kid, kid with a locket

mum in his heart, girl in his pocket

then they wouldn't have gone

and there'd be fewer missing souls

fewer broken hearts for the ones left behind

heavy sighing and repining
wont bring him back, it's no more

but there's just one thing

months on months later

long long letters from good men

saying ''I didn't know, mum

I didn't know, mummy

but love'll live on thru disaster.

I'm your one, your missing soul.''

Love lives on thru disaster.