We know that for many years there's been no country herenNothing here but the war, and again and again we saynI'm not ready for this, I am not ready for thisnOver and over and over, I'm really not ready at allnnIn a pub on a night off, a man is talking of carsnA girl is ill in a bar and again and again she saysnI'm not ready for this, I am not ready for thisnOver and over and over, I'm really not ready at allnnDid you see me? Did you touch me?nI didn't even know you were herenthis night must end, night will come againnHow long will I lie here?nThey'll wonder where I've gonenThey'll wonder where I've gonenThey'll wondernnThis night must end, night will come againnHow long will I lie here?nDid you see me? Did you touch me?nI didn't even know you were herenThey'll wonder where I've gonenThey'll wonder where I've gonenThey'll wonder where I've gone