I'm sorry for my ways. I'm sorry for the days I push so carelessly The truth away from me. I'm sorry that I forget. I'm sorry that I don't let, Myself in muffled cognisance To be your happy prince. To be your happy prince. 'Cos life is a holy war. We fight for nothing more. But you're my spring, my grace, The breeze upon my face. Let battlefields alight To pacify the night Allowing me to grieve For the joys we could achieve If I learnt to ignore All that has come before And picking up the slack I will take my burden back I will take my burden back 'Cos life is a holy war, We fight for nothing more But you're my spring, my grace, The breeze upon my face. Life is holy war, Oh. Life is a holy war. Life is holy war, Oh. Life is a holy war. Life is holy war, Oh. Life is a holy war. Life is holy war, Oh. Life is a holy war.