I find it hard to come back to this place when lives won't change It's so strange to draw lines in the sand With our guns in our hands And our hearts on the bend My dearest friend, lapin Its so hard to end up at this place but lives would not change Now comes the time to draw lines in the sand Drop our guns from our hands Have the faith to understand It's a means with many ends It's so hard not to see your face but lives must change It was so hard to lay down at her side With your heart on my mind And your form not far behind Oh how I yearn to be alive