Testo: Diane Cluck. Battlefield Nurse.

She's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you things are getting worse, oh
She's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you things are getting worse, oh

Dying all around me
Can I save but one or two
He reaches out to touch me
It's the last thing he'll ever do

Sometimes I feel like a battlefield nurse
It's a role that I was born for
And did not need to rehearse
They say: "Lady, tell me, how bad is it?
They grimace and curse
And I say: "Don't worry soldier
Things could be a whole lot worse,"
Oh, I hold his body and wonder
Was this comfort that I gave?
I felt him drowning in me
He believed he was being saved
So I told him I am not the battlefield nurse
I have never saved a soldier
And the war keeps getting worse
There is no kindness to be found here
These eyes are just a curse
The nursemaid is a liar
She's the chauffeur of your hearse

She's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you things are getting worse

She's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you
All around you
All around you
Things are
Getting
Worse
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