Too Late for Everything – Echolyn – letras

I write this in « 18 »The sky is red and the gas is burning yellowThe daisy cutters flyMy feet are rotting, the trench is just mean and wetI wish I was homeI was talking to a friend for a minuteIn a second he lay dead, still and silent on the groundI swear he never knew what hit himHe was telling me of a girl and getting married as soon as he was homeHome across the oceanToo late for everythingI keep myself alive and awakeBy sharing my flask of whisky and rumI never drank much beforeBut I picked up some habits that I never had at homeHome across the oceanToo late for everythingHome…Too late…100 Abdullah Egyptians…a treasure I had foundBy the body of a fallen soldierHe won’t be needing themI smoke them in silence and dream of being home