Now your ship is returning ‘cause the war came to an end, I will wait at the harbor but I don’t have hands to wave. Maybe we waited too long, maybe we didn’t care. If we’re heroes or martyrs or something in between.
I can’t remember your face, you got my back and so you left.
Now you tell me about glory, now that I lost my faith, you will sink to the bottom of my weak memory.
I can’t remember your face, you got my back and so you left.