I'm riding on a train
well you know
cute girl in an english hat
why'd it have to rain like that
and in pulling off her scarf
i let go
it floated like a wounded bird
her mouth the shape of spanish words
Well you know
i think
i can
vanish with the evening rust
join the ghost that haunted us
dulce et decorum est my dear
it's sweet, it's right there's nothing for you here
when someone lets you down
you free fall
to that bigger hand around your wrist
you'll swear you never wanted this
well you know
i think
i can
vanish with the evening rust
joing the ghost that haunted us
well you know
i think
i am
heroic in failing way
for some of us it goes that way
dulce et decorum est my dear
it's sweet, it's right there's nothing for you here
now i'm pouring something cold
down my throat
and i'm thinking about you and me
once we had drink or two or three