Smoke above

((I really, really like this one))

(verse 1)
He was just a lowly trooper in the smoke war.

The chaos was more than he could allow for.

Expectations ran amok as he heard the fixers die.

He tried his best to stay away, at least stay alive.

Now he's one with the smoke above.
(Now he's one with the smoke above.)

(chorus)
Glory, glory to the soldiers of the war.
Glory, glory to the officers, one and all.
Glory, glory to the medics on the ball

Now they're all done, dead and gone.

(Verse 2)
Another youngster, saw his hero: the leader of the pack.

He packed his guts, went close and asked for some feedback.

The glassed man shrugged and said: "Don't ask me shit. Jack."

"Survive this war, and you'll find your own track."

Now he's one with the smoke above.
(Now he's one with the smoke above.)

[Bridge]
Smoke above where dreams decay

Heroes gone in skies so gray

Left us with their tales to say

Never forgotten though they're away

(chorus)
Glory, glory to the soldiers of the war.
Glory, glory to the officers, one and all.
Glory, glory to the medics on the ball

Now they're all done, dead and gone.

[outro]
Smoke above where dreams decay
Heroes gone in skies so gray
Left us with their tales to say
Never forgotten though they're away