nd Fret Intro: I am a courier Crawling in the dirt Toward the front line As the crow flies A note stashed in my shirt From the Prince of Wales Far above the field With his marshals And their chain-mail Their banners taut and high I did not ask him what the note said He did not offer to explain It's not my job to ask the questions I'm just the courier I'm just the courier A flare shot leaves a scar Burning in the dark On my forearms Through the barbed wire Another fifty yards Crouching in the trench Clutching bayonets A hundred men All knee-to-chest A hundred marionettes I am the string pulled by the sure hand Animating what was still I am invisible and faithful I am a courier Just a courier Instrumental: