After the War Songtext
von The Scarring Party

With a switch knife he cut his lip
And gave me a rubella red kiss
His hands sway with my hips until we′re both too drunk to dance

He thought maybe in another life
I could have been the misfit's wife
And when his ghost moves on, he′ll come back as a wild dog

One year later, he was gone
He never came back from the war
My love never came back from the war

Love is nothing you can hold or have
Like a secret whispered in my hand
Still I carry a piece of him
Saved all his letters in a reefer tin


Kept his switch knife in my winter coat
And when I walk from the train alone
In the palm of my sweaty hand
I hold that knife and think of him

A few letters and his ghost
Were all that came back from the war
My love never came back from the war

Stepped off the train into the evening air
The creak and clank of the platform stairs
A stranger's steps fell close behind
A gloved hand grabbed my arm tight

My wrist twisted out my switch knife
And caught the blare of the street lamp's light
Before I thrust it in that stranger′s throat
I heard a wild dog moan low

The warm kiss on my knife and wrist
It′s like you came back from the war
My love it's like you came back from the war