"The Whole Platoon"
(Brad Kleiman)

Descend the depths of your dungeon
Climb to the crest of your cloud
Unharness the hounds for your hunting
Swim laps 'round your lake unallowed

Love must be like death to you
Until you find it, seems untrue

I never seem to ever give up
'cuz you're someone I never tire of
Nothing's a bore when born of your tongue,
conceived in your brain, and formed in your lungs

And I need for you to be
closer in distance
Is it greed or just a plea
for your assistance?

You're an army of one
I need the whole platoon
Press your face to the Sun
Hide my eyes from the Moon
You're an army of one
I need the whole platoon