Two Years Old

I lost my English soul,
Pulling out the corpse,
Sheltering in the Trenches again,
Crying for a lose,

I let my arms down,
Walked away in a trance,
There's parts of me layer out,
All over France,

So I took my last waltz,
Got caught up in the wire,
Wrote a letter for my love,
As I head from the fire,

An old solider carried me,
Way to the coast, bathe my wounds in the sea,
I'm in the hands of a ghost, im in the hands of a ghost
Their boats came on in,

I tried to run away,
I got taken half by the throat,
In the burning light of day
Set down with the iron punch,

So broken and alone,
Left my blood on the beach for the tide to take me home
These wounds that I shed inside,
Two years old

So my girl she gave up,
She had taken me for dead,
She had forgot all her promises and everything she said,
Living in the darkest dream,

I rose up in the cold
These wounds that I have outside,
Are two years old,
These wounds that I have outside,

Are two years old,
Two years old
Living in the past,
Living by the mile I toke the same walk down,

As I did as a child,
The flags flew for a man,
Unaware of the fate no one saw me walk down, on my very last parade,
So thoughts turn to dust,

As I headed for the mound,
I strayed up the part, waiting for the count,
Living in the darkest dream so broken and all alone
These pain that I have inside is two years old

These scars that I have inside are more than two years old
These pain that I have inside is two years old
These scars that I have inside are more than two years old
Is more than two years

Is more than two years
Is more than two years
Is more than two years
Is more than two years