Stay Grey

I suppose the world will stay grey

Now the bombs are falling

Let us treat it as the world's 

Firework display

I am going to love you anyway.

I suppose this field will light up soon

Now the bombs are falling

Let us treat the whole thing like

A celebration 

I love you much more than my dreadful nation.

I suppose the world will stay grey

Now the bombs have landed

Wiping pools of blood 

from your dead face

With a white handkerchief.

I'm going to love you anyway.