Left Hand Talking

It's been a very strange few years

Most of my dreams and heroes were shot down in cold blood

I couldn't seem to find my heart

It was lost inside me like a broken dart

I had to wonder if I was the one who was holding the gun

This is my left hand talking

This is my left hand talking

The wind has kept me from my sleep

It had all of my night terrors screaming

Like the broken trees on the hard ground

I cried when I felt the force snap their brittle bones

I think a part of me died when my father left home

This is my left hand talking

This is my left hand talking

It's been a very strange few years

Some of my friends have gone down in the war

Someone turned the light off in my eyes

When it came back on I'd lost my disguise

I really thought I was one of those who had died

This is my left hand talking

This is my left hand talking

This is my left hand talking

This is my left hand talking