Even as the sun   paints the landscape with its fire   it seems the storms they follow me   wherever I go   I may perish never knowing why      I'm thinking about   leaving the army   turning in my uniform   as always awakened   by the old explosions   just outside of my door      even as the stars   paint their icons up against the sky   it seems that I'll be blinded   to their travels tonight   that's just what my life is like      I'm thinking about   leaving the army   turning in my uniform   as always awakened   by the old explosions   just outside of my door