Have you ever seen the sun
Rising high to the sound of a gun?
Blue and white and yellow sun
Capturing imagination
We went down to the piccolo drum
Never made it into the hum
Down to the piccolo
Down to the piccolo
Down to the piccolo snare
Have you ever seen the sea
Painted red by a bleeding army?
Sky hawks gather for a feast
Of pawns who will never find peace
Tumbledown to the piccolo snare
Never made it into the square
Down to the piccolo
Down to the piccolo
No one particular cared
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Now! We can go home again
To our old haunts again
Together
Now scatter us all around
Far from the bugle sound
Surrender
Safe in the exclusion zone
Catch me and take me home
As brother fights brother
Wrapped up in tarnished flags
Banners and body bags
Surrender!
The power!
Phantom!
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
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