Guns / Napoleon (Commentary) - John Mark McMillan

Youre sinking all my ships

Youre climbing all my fences

The storm upon my gate

The breach in my defenses

Like the sun against the morning

You set your face against the doors in

All the houses where I run

And Im laying down my guns

And you keep coming on

Like Napoleon

And Ill lose my head and throne

In the bloody revolution

You fill the hollows of the halls

In the houses where I walk

Youre hanging pictures on the walls

In the houses where I haunt

Youre standing on my harbor

Youre landing on my shore

Im handing down my armor

Im landing on my sword

On the brink of kingdom come

And Im standing in the flood

Of everything I ever was

And Im laying down my guns

And you keep coming on

Like Napoleon

And Ill lose my head and throne

In the bloody revolution

You fill the hollows of the halls

In the houses where I walk

Youre hanging pictures on the walls

In the houses where I haunt

[Love can break your bones

Broken bones sing songs

Im laying down my guns

So I can sing along