They flutter behind you, your possible pasts Some bright-eyed and crazy Some frightened and lost A warning to anyone still in command [Commander:] "Ranks, Fire!" Of their possible future, to take care In derilict sidings the poppies entwine With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you thing we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs Stepping up boldly one put out his hand He said, I was just a child then Now I'm only a man
Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you thing we should be close?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad Strung out behind us the banners and flags Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you thing we should be closer?