Besedila: Justin Currie. Great War. Can'T Let Go of Her Now.

She's made her mark on me, she scarred my memory
Make shallow wounds in the depht of night
And give up my liberty, that's what she wants from me
Well, I guess I'd care but it feels alright

And if I lose my grip I won't make it anyhow
So I can't let go of her now

She make my common sense come out like self-defence
She breaks my patience like a match
And when I snap in half she'll be the first to laugh
If I'm a base hit, she's a catch

And if I lose my grip I won't make it anyhow
So I can't let go of her now


Just don't tell her I would die If I let her slip away
Let her think I'm resigned
Like those drying clothes just hang onto the line

She's made her mark on me those little scars you can see
They're written through me like a poem
She makes a mockery of all I hold life to be
But in the end I come back home

And if I lose my grip I won't make it anyhow
So I can't let go of her now
And not to lose my grip That's my vow
So I can't let go of her now