I lost my British soul Pulling out the corpses Sheltering in the trenches again Crying for remorse I laid my arms down Walked away in a trance There's parts of me laid out All over France I took my last waltz Got caught up in the wire Wrote a letter for my love As I hid from the fire An old soldier carried me Away to the coast Bathed my wounds in the sea I'm in the hands of a ghost I'm in the hands of a ghost So the boats came on in I tried to run away I got taken high by the throat In the burning light of day Living by the iron punch So broken and alone I left my blood on the beach For the lide to take me home So my girl she gave up She had taken me for dead She forgot all her promises And everything she said Living in the darkest dream I rose up in the cold These scars that I wear outside Are more than two years old See these scars that I wear outside Are more than two year old Living by the past Living by the mile I took the same walk down That I did as a child The flags flew full mast Unaware of the fate No one saw me walk down At my very last parade So thoughts turn into dust So I headed for the mound I strayed off the path Waiting for the town The rain hit the still black gaits And filled me up with cold This pain that I have inside Is more than two years old This pain that I have inside Is more than two years old This pain that I have inside Is more than two years old This pain that I have inside Is more than two years old Is more than two years old Is more than two years old Is more than two years old Is more than two years old Is more than two years old Is more than two years old