Before his final breath, before the sun has set into the ground
He spends his days, ploughing the fields the dirt that binds together
Always just a moment short
The morning comes, another day of fighting to survive
On the banister, the varnish worn down from years of endless toil
Still a moment short
Always the first to die
Always the ones we choose to leave behind
Never ask why
They were the ones pushed into the front line
Never wanting for a single handful of dirt
A decade has gone by, the anniversary marked by the lines
His tired face, the tired and the weak shaking his hand
And his timepiece stops
And his heart beating last
The one that kept the field all gold and bright
As the sun fall sets on the last time his moments gone
But she is waiting there
Always the first to die
Always the ones we choose to leave behind
Never ask why
They were the ones pushed into the front line
Never wanting for a single handful of dirt
And as the last of us see
Shut the coffin and drop to your knees
Always the first to die
Always the ones we choose to leave behind
Never ask why
They were the ones pushed into the front line
Never wanting for a single handful of dirt