Thank God for Ghosts

You’re feeling old again
You’re wasting time while you’re killing your friends
When everyone has lost their way
You stand in front of them
And say what you need to say
This war is getting old and I will not be one to deny
Your ride back home
I can feel you growing cold but you’ll never be too old to
Die too young
Shrapnel, carnage, death, decay
Most would look the other way
As you gaze upon the coast
And wave goodbye to them
We thank god for ghosts
This war is getting old and I will not be one to deny
Your ride back home
I can feel you growing cold but you’ll never be too old to
Die too young
This war is getting old and I will not be one to deny
Your ride back home
I can feel you growing cold but you’ll never be too old to
Die too young