History In the Books - The Coudersos

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the dead, short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields, in Flanders fields Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch, be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields

I wander lonely streets Behind where the old Thames does flow And in every face I meet Reminds me of what I have run for In every man, in every hand In every kiss, you understand That living is for other men I hope you too will understand I've gotta tell you my tale Of how I loved and how I failed I hope you understand These feelings should not be in the man In every child, in every eye In every sky, above my head I hope that I know So come with me in bed Because it's you and me, we're history There ain't nothing left to say When I will get you alone Maybe we could find a room Where we could see what we should do Maybe you know it's true Living with me's like keeping a fool In every man, in every hand In every kiss, you understand That living is for other men I hope you know that I am me, so come on I'm thinking about history And I'm living for history And I think you know about me 'Cause I am And one and one is two But three is company When you're thinking about the things you do And you're thinking about the things you do I wanna tell you my tale How I failed in love and jumped out on my bail Do you understand? There's more in a smile than in a hand In every sky, in every kiss There's one thing that you might have missed And why am I going to A place that now belongs to you? But you were weak, and so am I Let's make it up, let's even try To live today, so why not smile Don't dream away your life 'Cause it is mine, it is mine Is that a crime? Is that a crime? This life is mine But the bed ain't made It's filled full of hope I've got a skin full of dope Oh the bed ain't made But it's filled full of hope I've got a skin full of dope