Hold on!

The recent exchange

Is just another face arranged

By the knife edge of time

And just another waste of mine



I wonder

Was that the Pharoah's Daughter

Or the wealth I still remember?



We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war

A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star

The younger ones looked frightened

Left unguarded by the clouds

While sons of fire with trembling hands

Burned heroes to the ground



I wonder

Was that the famous daughter

of the well-heeled revolving oh-so-fine?

While we were building caskets

For boys with leather jackets



The girl's quite familiar