God knows, I was a soldier,
Though I never fired a round,
I saw my guts on the field’s dusty ground,
God knows.
I’ve never seen the gates of Hell,
But I’ve seen Satan’s eyes in your own,
I’ve heard the songs of angels on a phone,
I feel alone.


Lord knows, I’m still a soldier,
My friends are holding their hearts in pain,
It seems this fighting life has nothing to gain,
Lord knows.
I’ve never seen the stars in your head,
But I felt their bright warmth in your bed,
It’s okay to laugh about now you’re dead, and I’m dead.


We’re singing oh, we’re so gone,
Oh, my wings are snipped clean and I’m done,
Oh, we’re gone.
And girl, if I see you, you were right and I was wrong.

Girl, you know I'm not a display,
But I always keep my mouth shut when you say,
You love me, you hate me, you say.
Girl, you know.
I've never seen the tears in your eyes,
me, I've found it hard to cry,
But you cried and you loved and you cried,
I twisted inside.

Lord, You know I'm not a bluejay,
But my wings are snipped and I'm gay,
Till you kiss me and whisper and say "Boy, I think you're okay."
I've never seen the children in Hell,
They knew this life was worthless all too well,
When they tripped they knew it, they fell.
Dammit to Hell, you know?

No one knows, I'm not an optimist,
But I look up to the Lord from the canvas of scars on my wrist,
This moment with You has made the list,
The list that no one knows.
I've never seen the flames of Hell,
But I traced those ashes to one of those matchbooks you sell,
For every "I" that tried to love you well,
I'm an angel that never fell.