Does the line still hold?
Does the line still hold on the battlefield, does the line still hold?
My heart cries out for you, for you've not a chance I'm told.
Indeed, it's hard to stand and fight, your heart and eyes are set,
But to live awaiting news of you is even harder yet.
I wonder if the line still holds, or if it's broken through?
I wonder if you dream of me, if you're wondering of me too?
Oh, I must know, are you afraid to fight, to fight against such odds?
Riding forth for the ashes of your fathers, for the temples of your gods?
I can't bear to hear the news, and yet, I can't bear not to hear it,
I want to know the truth, but oh, dear one, I fear it.
I must know are you safe and sound?
Or lying lifeless on the cold battleground?
Will I awaken with painful fright,
If death knocks on your door tonight?
Will my dreams shatter with that final shot?
Though you said that you fear death not?
Oh, did you know, dear one, when you set sail for that distant shore,
That you've left me behind to weep and wonder, perhaps forevermore?
And when I lie awake in darkness, in the silence and the cold,
I can't help but wondering, worlds away, does the line still hold?
Does the line still hold on the battlefield, does the line still hold?
My heart cries out for you, for you've not a chance I'm told.
Indeed, it's hard to stand and fight, your heart and eyes are set,
But to live awaiting news of you is even harder yet.
I wonder if the line still holds, or if it's broken through?
I wonder if you dream of me, if you're wondering of me too?
Oh, I must know, are you afraid to fight, to fight against such odds?
Riding forth for the ashes of your fathers, for the temples of your gods?
I can't bear to hear the news, and yet, I can't bear not to hear it,
I want to know the truth, but oh, dear one, I fear it.
I must know are you safe and sound?
Or lying lifeless on the cold battleground?
Will I awaken with painful fright,
If death knocks on your door tonight?
Will my dreams shatter with that final shot?
Though you said that you fear death not?
Oh, did you know, dear one, when you set sail for that distant shore,
That you've left me behind to weep and wonder, perhaps forevermore?
And when I lie awake in darkness, in the silence and the cold,
I can't help but wondering, worlds away, does the line still hold?
