Lyrics
They could see a world reborn, the ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear, don t ask me what your sacrifice was for
On the lonely barricade at dawn, here it was they lit the flame, became their last communion
I can hear them now, and tomorrow never came
Phantom faces at the window, here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about tomorrow, oh my friends
There s a grief that can t be spoken, here they talked of revolution
don t ask me what your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables, don t ask me what your sacrifice was for
The very words that they had sung, that i live and you are gone
I can hear them now, empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will sing no more
Became their last communion, there s a grief that can t be spoken, empty chairs at empty tables
here it was they lit the flame
from the table in the corner
The ghosts fade away, phantom shadows on the floor
Here they talked of revolution, oh my friends
The ghosts fade away, there s a grief that can t be spoken
On the lonely barricade at dawn, the very words that they had sung, and tomorrow never came
empty chairs at empty tables
The ghosts fade away, don t ask me what your sacrifice was for, i can hear them now
empty chairs at empty tables
The very words that they had sung, the ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear At, oh my friends
Empty chairs at empty tables, the ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear
There s a grief that can t be spoken, that i live and you are gone
There s a pain goes on and on, that i live and you are gone
The very words that they had sung, there s a pain goes on and on
On the lonely barricade at dawn, became their last communion Empty, became their last communion
they could see a world reborn
That i live and you are gone, there s a grief that can t be spoken
Don t ask me what your sacrifice was for, the ghosts fade away Tables, there s a pain goes on and on
On the lonely barricade at dawn, here they talked of revolution
There s a pain goes on and on, and they rose with voices ringing
here they sang about tomorrow
On the lonely barricade at dawn, and tomorrow never came Chairs, phantom shadows on the floor
don t ask me what your sacrifice was for
From the table in the corner, oh my friends Empty, from the table in the corner