Rifle and Wreath

With one hand on a rifle
And the other on a wreath
I'm standing like a fusilier
In battlefield relief
Oh paramour no matter
Will you not concede defeat?
This state of war is wearing out the land
That lies beneath us -

Lets build a cenotaph
And honour those lost and fallen dreams we had
With mud on my fingers
I'll lay down my gun
Cos I don't want this fight to go on

For wise men know
That glory glows
The way of rotten wood
And victories that seem to taste so sweet
On the mouth are bloody underfoot

Will you wait for me
By the ministry
For our final act of accord
I'll bring the first aid
And you warn the light brigade
And all will be good

With one hand on the rifle
And the other on your chest
I weigh you in the balance of temptation and redress
My fingers on the trigger but you play so innocent
So Carpae Diem's my sentence
Cos time's a rogue
In emporer's clothes
It keeps us hypnotized
With promises
Of golden tomorrows
As if we never say goodnight