nineteen seventeen

i see myself moving backwards

in time today

from a place we can't remain

close to anymore

my heart is heavy

because it looks just like my home

pylons rapeseed fields

powdered skies and trees alone

thousands of white crosses in a cemetery

i freeze the frame from a passing train

are you still there or am i losing you?

and every moment lost

is telling to my heart

puts me on the form

for silent treatment from the forces above

our dependence on new gods

because i'm just passing through

on this battlefield

where we played our games

and went insane

and we waltzed around the world

as though we were off our heads

and i say why

why are we not brought to book

and where are we today

dissolution

our lousy love affairs

if you don't love me let me go

and as i come up again

i leave a little bit of england

in a field in france