¡Ay Carmela! (Civil War)

…And I walk through the bombs in the haze of the night
And this quiet’s a gun when you’re trying not to cry
And I can’t feel the pain as I’m dreaming again
Of the times I’ve been wasting not holding your hand.

Then I stumble upon all the words that you said
With my fist on the wall and your fist in the air,
And I can’t feel the pain ‘cause I see you again,
And it’s all in my head, it’s too late

But I wish you stayed:
Your ghost is my safe shore,
Your voice is the blood blur on my shirt,
And I wish you were here
To dance and color my world,
And always believe
Though we lost the civil war.

…And I walk through the hole that you left in my chest
And the rain makes it worse when you’re trying to forget
And I can’t feel a thing, and I’m shaking again
As I fall on my knees and I pray

I wish you stayed:
Your ghost is my safe shore,
Your voice is the blood blur on my shirt,
And I wish you were here
To dance and color my world,
And always believe
Though we lost the civil war.

I wish you stayed:
Your ghost is my safe shore,
Your voice is the blood blur on my shirt,
And I wish you were here
To dance and color my world,
And always believe
Though we lost the civil war.

MD2009/2010 (2026)