Lletres: Pete Doherty. Grace/Wastelands. 1939 Returning.

Captured clandestine
Crawled into the lights
He knew he was in for a shoeing
Just wasn't to be his night

Dragged out of the frozen Rhine
For the Motherland and the Third Reich
A toeing's as good as a shoeing
When it's not to be your night, your night

Tread carefully, so carefully upon the drifting ice
Caught behind enemy lines in 1939
For Germany he sacrificed his life
Caught behind enemy lines there in 1939

Kids knee deep in rubble
London urchins gray with dust
Packed off ours in evacuations
To farmers' wives, green and pleasant lives
Far from the doodlebugs

Nanna doll, she still remembers
Leaving town in worn out shoes
Now she's back out west in sheltered accommodations
Homes for the old where pills aren't the only blues

Tread carefully, so carefully upon the drifting ice
Staring blank into the TV guide in 2009
How it's hurting me, I've only seen her twice
Since you went west for the second time since 1939, 39, 39