It's been a very strange few years
Most of my dreams and heroes were shot down in cold blood
I couldn't seem to find my heart
It was lost inside me like a broken dart
I had to wonder if I was the one who was holding the gun
This is my left hand talking
This is my left hand talking
The wind has kept me from my sleep
It had all of my night terrors screaming
Like the broken trees on the hard ground
I cried when I felt the force snap their brittle bones
I think a part of me died when my father left home
This is my left hand talking
This is my left hand talking
It's been a very strange few years
Some of my friends have gone down in the war
Someone turned the light off in my eyes
When it came back on I'd lost my disguise
I really thought I was one of those who had died
This is my left hand talking
This is my left hand talking
This is my left hand talking
This is my left hand talking