Lyrics:

[Written by Steven Wilson]



I'm sending you a letter

Because I don't think there's much time

Time to lear the cobwebs

Time to bear the crime



It's only a number

It's only a death

Another soldier died in action

The telegram regrets



I'm lying on a stretcher

They're lyring to my face

There's no-one left to help me

I'm just a waste of space



It's a matter of moments

I'll be dead before you've read

There's blood on the table

And my back is full of lead