Looking in the mirror The right shoulder Her initials inlaid a long time ago Cowered in the corner A week later Damned to remember the things that I've done He hears the raid alarm in the dead of night ring Wailing into feather and bone Keeping out the hum of the heavy shell Now back away slowly and keep your head down My girl, you're just like your grandmother (Oh, I know) And she was all that I ever wanted (Well, it shows) And here is the ring that I gave to her (Oh, be still) Please see it returned to its true owner (Well, I will) On the morning after The light breaking Dares to reveal a place in the wall Buried under mortar A red letter Lies there unopened, in spite of it all