Creeping comfort I need to feel Flood through my eyes Like a soldier on the battlefield Who fights or he dies I edge myself just another inch Towards what I believe You can hold your bated breath Go blind and see Shoot the cynic that wakes in you Don't suffer pain (?) Run little patriot That can't take what's free Old man with the spear in the crowsnest Two-faced turns away They're holding the butterfly down but He's at peace, he's drowning He's at peace, he's drowning it Nostalgia ...