I, I am feeling like a veteran 

I'm compensated for the blood I left to pool on foreign grounds 

and I sometimes reach to rub an aching leg 

but they've been dust for over a decade 

and you're the limb I've lost but somehow I still feel it 



until I wake, we just hope that you made it 

we hope that you're celebrating with people you've missed 

and burning like a beacon, guiding our ship around this hellish shoal 

I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 'cause I'm missing you to death 



and now there's only records of my memory 

it's a little thing you gave posthumously 

the details all dragged out 

to think of all the paintings we could be without 

if Van Gogh had gone and died face down 

from loss of blood the night he went and hacked his ear off 



until I wake, we just hope that you made it 

we hope that you're celebrating with people you've missed 

and burning like a beacon, guiding our ship around this hellish shoal 

I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 'cause I'm missing you to death

(2x)



untiil I wake, we just hope that you made it

we hope you're as decorated as we decked you out

and burning like a beacon, guiding our ship around this hellish shoal

I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 'cause I'm missin' you to death