i was stumbling into battle
i was walking into walls
´till i walked myself to peter
and i let my shadows fall.

he´s a boy who never ages.
rides a goat around the lake
he´s a friend who never falters
to change my circling fate.

he said dance across the battle
but punch straight through that wall
though your knuckles may be bleeding
they´ll be healed before the fall.

after war comes peace
after peace comes war
but remember
if it weren´t for fighting.
we´d be fighting for ever more