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Dimitrijs Vasjkovs
Dimitrijs Vasjkovs
Songwriter
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Dimitrijs Vasjkovs
Dimitrijs Vasjkovs
Producer

Lyrics

They say it never happened
But I fold his coat each night
The war they burned from history
Still marches in my light
They tore the dates from every book
Erased the flags, the names they took
But I recall his muddy boots
The way he danced, the smell of soot
They sealed the streets, denied the cries
Unstitched his rank, replaced the skies
But every time the kettle sings
I see him holding shattered wings
They say it never happened
No records, graves, or guns
But I've been kissing silence
Since the day they stole my sun
He's gone where ghosts aren't welcome
To wars they won't declare
But I still wear his shadow
Like a ribbon in my hair
They sent no letter, draped no flag
Just folded time into a rag
Yet in my chest, a drum still beats
A march for him on vanished streets
They burned the flags and closed the gate
But left me standing at the weight
I wasn't trained to hold the line
But still I guard what once was mine
They say it never happened
No records, graves, or guns
But I've been kissing silence
Since the day they stole my sun
He's gone where ghosts aren't welcome
To wars they won't declare
But I still wear his shadow
Like a ribbon in my hair.
So tell me I'm mistaken
Tell me he's not real
But shhhh - I hear him knocking
With boots of broken steel
They say it never happened
No records, graves, or guns
But I've been kissing silence
Since the day they stole my sun
He's gone where ghosts aren't welcome
To wars they won't declare
But I still wear his shadow
Like a ribbon in my hair
Written by: Dimitrijs Vasjkovs
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