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