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