Qf325

The wind (?) we've got, the air outside is so cold

It's such a squeeze is still feel alone

A capsule in the sky ain't a grace for a man that died

A rock of (?) freezing in the night

QF325, the last man died, goodbye 325

If I attend to think about my love

And all that I do in my head

Guns go out, guns go down

Guns sleep now in my bed

QF325, the last man died, goodbye 325