Letra de Too Late For Everything

write this in "18" The sky is red and the gas is burning yellow The daisy cutters fly My feet are rotting, the trench is just mean and wet I wish I was home I was talking to a friend for a minute In a second he lay dead, still and silent on the ground I swear he never knew what hit him He was telling me of a girl and getting married as soon as he was home Home across the ocean Too late for everything I keep myself alive and awake By sharing my flask of whisky and rum I never drank much before But I picked up some habits that I never had at home Home across the ocean Too late for everything 100 Abdullah Egyptians ...a treasure I had found By the body of a fallen soldier He won't be needing them I smoke them in silence and dream of being home