There's a girl
On the front line
In silence
Dark coffee
Between land mines
What happens
Past that fence?
In spite of the smoke
Tirelessly dodging shells
Let go
Fallen blokes
There will be no ringing bells
Maxing out
Airline miles
Parachute on her back
Late night
Firelights
Paint her face in white and black
In a word
She's a girl
On the front line
First aid kit
Unused flat keys
And letters
Lost, torn up
Sealed for years
No answers
No wonder
Join us
They would shout
You will live a real man's life
Ceasefire
Out of sight
With no enemies to fight
Lipstick
Tie and jacket
Mirrors carry no regrets
No more
Ammunition
Maybe the only option
Is desertion
For a girl
On the front line
On The Front Line Video (MV)
Performed By: Mattress
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Baptiste Lefebvre, Etienne Batise, Léonard Lévy, Pierre Gadeceau, Quentin Diaferia
Mattress - On The Front Line Lyrics
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There's a girl
On the front line
In silence
Dark coffee
Between land mines
What happens
Past that fence?
In spite of the smoke
Tirelessly dodging shells
Let go
Fallen blokes
There will be no ringing bells
Maxing out
Airline miles
Parachute on her back
Late night
Firelights
Paint her face in white and black
In a word
She's a girl
On the front line
First aid kit
Unused flat keys
And letters
Lost, torn up
Sealed for years
No answers
No wonder
Join us
They would shout
You will live a real man's life
Ceasefire
Out of sight
With no enemies to fight
Lipstick
Tie and jacket
Mirrors carry no regrets
No more
Ammunition
Maybe the only option
Is desertion
For a girl
On the front line
On the front line
In silence
Dark coffee
Between land mines
What happens
Past that fence?
In spite of the smoke
Tirelessly dodging shells
Let go
Fallen blokes
There will be no ringing bells
Maxing out
Airline miles
Parachute on her back
Late night
Firelights
Paint her face in white and black
In a word
She's a girl
On the front line
First aid kit
Unused flat keys
And letters
Lost, torn up
Sealed for years
No answers
No wonder
Join us
They would shout
You will live a real man's life
Ceasefire
Out of sight
With no enemies to fight
Lipstick
Tie and jacket
Mirrors carry no regrets
No more
Ammunition
Maybe the only option
Is desertion
For a girl
On the front line
Writer: Baptiste Lefebvre, Etienne Batise, Léonard Lévy, Pierre Gadeceau, Quentin Diaferia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid