Ghost Mile

I get that sense that when we look around This is gonna be less than easy I get so tense when we are falling in And it won't be a solid landing Oh, no! We are the only ones around Well, that we know of now Oh! Did we just walk the golden mile With our heads held high? Gently Forward on empty March in a straight line In a confined mind Gently Forward on empty March in a straight line In a confined mind And we are walking the ghost mile to war When we are walking the long stretch home Then we are sinking the first mile to war And we are drowning the norm This is the death of me (death of me) This is the death of me (This is the death of me, ooh) This is the constantly Gently Forward on empty March in a straight line In a confined mind Gently Forward on empty March in a straight line In a confined mind