Two Ragged Soldiers

[All: Scott Walker] They spoke transparent phrases to looking glass women And they took the detours that scattered the way They departed from summer like two ragged soldiers Dragging their heels through their fantasies There were meals in the missions for two frozen statues And long drafty sermons devouring their knees Sometimes passions in winter turn to cold soundless moments That teared in the eyes of their fantasies There were nights on park benches, stale bread for the pigeons Good mornings to faces who just turned away And on one road confusion, the other desire So they took to the road of their fantasies One would speak of a lake where he used to go swimming The other had no memories left for his mind With their arms round each other the two ragged soldiers Laughed through a war that they couldn't see Laughed for a world filled with fantasy