Got my head out of the window
I can taste the summer air
Hangs heavy with the promise of nights beyond compare
We start, we stop, we break and then we mend
What's a little bit of blood loss between friendsYou say you don't need love, I say you ain't so tough
Come on and let me inBrother in arms
Together we, spill our blood, on foreign streets
Worlds apart, and in too deep, my brother in arms
I wouldn't change a thingWe celebrate our sickness as it starts to spread
Cut my heart out it's not over until you take my head
You say you don't need love, I say you ain't so tough
Come on and let me inBrother in arms
Together we, spill our blood, on foreign streets
Worlds apart, and in too deep, my brother in arms
I wouldn't change a thingAll hands on deck we live or die,
Together, together
No matter how far we fall apart,
We bleed togetherMy brother in arms, together we
Spill our blood on foreign streets
Brother in arms, together we
Spill our blood on foreign streets
Worlds apart, and in too deep, my brother in arms
I wouldn't change a thingI wouldn't change a thing!
Songwriters
GUSTAV TOMAS WOOD, JOHN STUART TAYLOR, SIMON MITCHELL, FRASER MACLEOD TAYLOR, BENJAMIN LLOYD JOLLIFFEPublished by
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