Two Years Old - Bobby Long

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