Текст песни Gardener in a War - Edit - Man Without Country

Cover the bruises on your back
Erase the blisters from your feet
I was the Petri-dish for you
You'll be a better man than me

The faintest trace of a heartbeat
I sat on the edge of my seat
I've been a test pilot for you
You'll be a better man than me

This is the future of the past
I keep it in the dark
This is the future of the past
I keep it in the dark

I must've been mistaken for
A gardener in a war
So bear the weight of my armour
Like a warrior in a garden

Cover the bruises on your back
Erase the blisters from your feet
I've served a life sentence for you
So be a better man than me

I must've been mistaken for
A gardener in a war
This is the weight of my armour
I'm a warrior in a garden

This is the future of the past
I keep it in the dark
This is the future of the past
I keep it in the dark

I must've been mistaken for
A gardener in a war
This is the weight of my armour
I'm a warrior in a garden