The Soldiers
PJ Harvey
I imagine a dream
In which I'm a soldier
And I'm walking
On the faces of dead women
And everyone I left behind me
It's the year when
The troops entered
The thirty ninth
The thirty ninth parallel
Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
And wanting
It's the year when
Some poet said
We must love
Or accept the consequences
I want you to share
Every pin prick of guilt
That I have felt
That I have felt
Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
Send me home dispossessed
Send me home damaged
And wanting