Honor from Parallels by Natural Satellites

He calls it honor that he wears on his chest
like a badge, like a flag I'd never seen before
He calls it courage that he wears round his neck
like a misshapen cross that will heal no more

In sanctuary or a sanitarium
wait for the day when my ship will come
And in my faulty and failing wisdom
I will wait for its return

gold tie and suit that he calls his revenge
like a noose not cut loose from the hanging man
a leather jacket that he calls his escape
from the fate falling late from a luckless hand

And in your honor he would gladly fight
be amused, be abused, and lay down his life
And for your honor he would gladly die
if the truth was his youth and he lived a lie

My dear friend,
I am wrong
so I sing this song
for you

You are right
I am wrong
so I sing this song
for you

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