Thinking of Him - Douglas Dare

I saw it all come down

I saw it all fall to the ground

I saw it all spell out

Documents that cut a man’s head

And left him for dead

As countless others bled

I saw the pins in the map

I saw where they pointed their attack

But the fault lines were deep

Left their map for the blind to read

And the dog to feed

As we saw it all receed

Downfall, downfall

Downfall, downfall

Now the truth is out

I won’t sleep without thinking of him

I wore the same blue dress

To keep his eyes from my arrest

But I didn’t know what to expect

All the other girls fall for his respect

As we all faught the war

Behind an iron door

And watched them fall

Downfall, downfall

Downfall, downfall

Now the truth is out

I won’t sleep without thinking of him, him, him

I want it, I need it

A forger to believe it

I want it, I need it

A forger to believe it

Now the truth is out

I won’t sleep without

Now the truth is out

Of him, of him, of him