In the Hands of the Enemy Songtext

von The Black Sorrows

It's the heart of the winter
And I'm alone on this bay
The big tide carried you away
You got carried away
Did my eyes deceive me
Did I really see you leave me
Downstreet in the rain
They're tumblin' in a row
It's comin' round again
The travellin' heartache show
I might get through the day
But the night time's still ahead of me
I just can't break away
I'm in the hands of the enemy
No medals for bravery
Just wounds that never heal
And the grinding of the wheel
You turn on the wheel
Do my fears grow stronger
Is this cold war gettin' longer
Chippin' rocks to stone
On this island penitentiary
No chance of my own
Across a sea of treachery

(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)