Procol Harum - Fires Lyrics
This war we are waging is already lostThe cause for the fighting has long been a ghostMalice and habit have now won the dayThe honours we fought for are lost in the frayStandards and bugles are trod in the dustWounds have burst open, and corridors rustOnce proud and truthful, now humbled and bentFires which burnt brightly, now energies spentLet down the curtain, and exit the playThe crowds have gone home and the cast sailed awayOur flowers and feathers as scarring as weaponsOur poems and letters have turned to deceptions