they flutter behind you your possible pasts
  some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost
  a warning to anyone still [bad word]   of their possible future to take care
  in derilict sidings the poppies entwine
  with cattle [bad word] lying in wait for the next time

  do you remember me?  how we used to be?
  do you thing we should be closer?

  she stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
  haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
  her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
  for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
  stepping up boldly one put out his hand
  he said, "i was just a child then now i'm only a man"

  do you remember me?  how we used to be?
  do you thing we should be closer?

  by the cold and religious we were taken in hand
  shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
  tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
  now our [bad word] deep and cold as the clay
  and [bad word] out behind us the banners and flags
  of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags

  do you remember me?  how we used to be?
  do you thing we should be closer?