Pull up the blinds now, it's a brand new day
Lately they all look the same
He's a fighter but he knows he's losing his brain
Work's over, old soldier
And he sits in a dead room
Sterilizer and perfume
And the lights are slowly going dim
Under daily assistance
He looks into the distance
Like he sees his past in a camera lens
Life of stagnation, three meals and a chair
Body is tired, in his face is despair
Work's over, old soldier
And he sits in a dead room
Sterilizer and perfume
And the lights are slowly going dim
Under daily assistance
He looks into the distance
Like he sees his past in a camera lens
Deep breath, acceptance
Take me, Lord, I welcome you, it's been the sweetest dream