In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, he plunges at me
Begin that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud
But you get up, amazed
Run upwards from the slime into its wounds
See lines and lines of British boys rewind back to their trenches
Kiss the photographs from home
Mothers, sweethearts, sisters
You walk away, drop your gun
Fixed bayonet like all your mates do too
Not entering the story now to die
In the shadows [13x]
Not entering the story now to die
In the shadows [13x]
Drop your gun
Fixed bayonet like all your mates do too
Not entering the story now to die
In the shadows [9x]
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, he plunges at me
Begin that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud
But you get up, amazed
Run upwards from the slime into its wounds
See lines and lines of British boys rewind back to their trenches
Kiss the photographs from home
Mothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothers
Not entering the story now to die