I held you close,
Like the trigger of a gun.
My words were the bullets,
Gave you no time to run.
They cracked through your ribs,
And they punctured your lung.
With this little black heart of mine.
Springtime it came,
And the flowers they'd grow.
Over bodies lain cold,
In the dead winter snow.
They thawed out the girl,
That I've now come to know.
She's nothing like me.
Not how you know me.
It's not a war,
But you're losing me.
Your cannonball fire,
Is not coming through to me.
And I will retreat.
I'll fall back to the start.
With a photograph heart from behind.
Enemy lines.
Enemy lines.
Am I just a pawn,
In your game of despair?
'Cause I know you've got wounds,
You refuse to repair.
And I'd give you my hand,
But you don't seem to care.
Was it all a waste of time?
You're not a waste of time.
Why'd you have to go and throw it all away?
I made sacrifices that I didn't wanna make.
Am I just a chapter in your foolish crusade?
While you mapped out all the ways that you could create.
Enemy lines.
Enemy lines.
At the tone the time is 4 am,
(See your name on the phone)
And twenty seconds more.
(But I won't answer)
Till I call
(When you call)
You again
(I'm sorry again)
It's not a war,
(Why'd you have to go and throw it all away?)
But you're losing me.
(I made sacrifices that I didn't wanna make.)Your cannonball fire,
Is not coming through to me.
And I will retreat.
I'll fall back to the start.
With a photograph heart from behind.
Enemy lines.
Enemy lines.