Dulce Et Decorum Est - Matthew Ryan

I’m riding on a train, well you know

Cute girl in an English hat

Why’d it have to rain like that?

And in pulling off her scarf I let go

It floated like a wounded bird

Her mouth the shape of Spanish words

Well, you know I think I can

Vanish with the evening rust

Join the ghost that haunted us

Well, you know I think I am

Heroic in a failing way

For some of us it goes that way

And in another place while I slept

Nothing gave and nothing changed

Every day was more the same

Once upon that hill we came to

We stretched and leaned and threw some chairs

The moonlight in your dark black hair

Well, you know I think I can

Vanish with the evening rust

Join the ghost that haunted us

Well, you know I think I am

Heroic in a failing way

For some of us it goes that way

Dulce et decorum est, my dear

It’s sweet it’s right, there’s nothing for you here here

When someone lets you down you free fall

To that bigger hand around your wrist

You’ll swear you never wanted this

Well, you know I think I can

Vanish with the evening rust

Join the ghost that haunted us

Well, you know I think I am

Heroic in a failing way

For some of us it goes that way

Dulce et decorum est, my dear

It’s sweet it’s right, there’s nothing for you here here

Now I’m pouring something cold down my throat

And I’m thinking about you and me

Once we had a drink or two or three

But those cold and autumn stars refused

We were swimming in that frozen lake

Our eyes the sound that sirens make