I lost my British soul
Pulling out the corpse
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
So I took my last waltz
Got caught up on the wire
Wrote a letter for my love, 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
And so their boats came on in
And I tried to run away
And I got taken down by the throat
In the burning light of day
And I was sent down by the iron punch
So broken and alone
I left my blood on the beach
For the tide to take me home
To take me home now
See my girl she gave up
She had taken me for dead
She forgot all her promises
And everything she said
And I'm living in the darkest dream
I rose up in the cold
And this scar that I wear outside
It's two years old
And this scar that I wear outside
It's two years old, it's two years old
And living by the past
And living by the mile
I took the same walk down
That I did as a child
The flags flew full mast
Unaware of the fade
No one saw me walk down
At my very own parade
At my very own parade
So watching my thoughts turn into dust
'Cause I headed for the mount
I strayed off the path
I'm waiting for the count
The shook those steel clad gates
And filled me up with cold
And this scar that I wear inside
Is more than two years old
And these scars that I wear inside
Is more than two years old
Is more, is more, is more
And these scars that I wear inside
Is more than two years old
And it's more, and it's more than two years old