Private Sorrow single version by The Pretty Things Lyrics

Heaven's rain falls upon
Faces of the children who look skyward
Twisting metal through the air
Scars and screams
So you might know his fury

See shells whistle
Let your mind drift away
See shells whistle
Let yourself hide away

Men walking tall
Looking so small
Green trees of life disappearing
Mouthing the sounds
Face clowning the frowns
Black the lips of command
Torn in the heart
You're playing the part
Courage it is so demanding
Loud brass in bands
Marching through lands
Life snatching hand is near
Heaven's army falls upon
The skirts of Mother Earth and then flies skywards
Twisting wings through the air
Lift the souls
So you might know his fury

See shells whistle
Let your mind drift away
See shells whistle
Let yourself hide away

Dressed in white silk of rain
You marry the pain
As you kneel in a Church of bright steel
A new morning arrives
You share the same skies
Umbrella-ring a land full of peace
As the memory fades
On the edge of a blade
You'll return you 're sure that you will
From the frame in your hand
A smile expands
Hangs from a thread of glass tears