More songs by Taylor Swift
Description
Here, war is not heard in gunshots, but in exhaustion. Not in the thunder of heroism, but in a quiet exhalation when there are no words left. Everything seems to freeze in the air between inhalation and exhalation - between “hold on” and “goodbye.” In this sound - the pulse of the operating lamp, footsteps on the sand, plastic through which you can still feel someone else's hand.
Somewhere between the twentieth minute of sleep and the twentieth hour of pain, a strange enlightenment arises - as if the world decides for a second to explain why all this is happening. But it doesn't have time. And all that remains is this fragile rhythm of breathing - as proof that the person is still alive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Keep your helmet, keep your life, son
Just a flesh wound, here's your rifle
Crawling up the beaches now
"Sir, I think he's bleeding out"
And some things you just can't speak about
With you, I serve
With you, I fall down, down
Watch you breathe in
Watch you breathing out, out
Something med school did not cover
Someone's daughter, someone's mother
Holds your hand through plastic now
"Doc, I think she's crashing out"
And some things you just can't speak about
Only 20 minutes to sleep
But you dream of some epiphany
Just one single glimpse of relief
To make some sense of what you've seen
With you, I serve
With you, I fall down, down (down)
Watch you breathe in
Watch you breathing out, out
With you, I serve
With you, I fall down (down), down (down)
Watch you breathe in
Watch you breathing out (out), out
Only 20 minutes to sleep
But you dream of some epiphany
Just one single glimpse of relief
To make some sense of what you've seen