Rye LaChance - Widows of Normandy Lyrics

I'm on my sixth Civil War documentary
And I can't take anymore US history
Is it the adderall or what your leaving did to me
Would things go differently
If we, if we were 1865
Two states north of the Mason-Dixon line
Would you love me in a different time
Would you return from war to pick more fights
If I wrote four years of letters hoping you weren't gone forever
Would we grow old together
Would you treat me better
I read an article on women in '43
They left their fears at the door of the factory
I heard the interviews from widows of Normandy
Who still can't afford to sleep
If we, if we were 1945
And we've just turned that one last flag to white
Praise God that you're still alive
Would you return from war to pick more fights
If I wrote four years of letters hoping you weren't gone forever
Would we grow old together
Would you treat me better
Delusion, insanity, lost love
Life isn't a period drama
The end was the bloodshed, the trauma, the hardship
The end was enclosed in a casket
At the hand, break the bones of another man
At the foot of a God and his ugly plans
So obsessed with the past out of selfishness
If we were, if we were 1945
So convinced there's still a winning side
You wouldn't love me in a different time
You'd return from war to pick more fights
100 years of letters
War still rages on forever
So human, so untethered
You won't treat me better
You can't treat me better
Would we grow old together
Would you treat me better