Ghosts of Dachau — Style Council

I close my eyes - I reach out my hand

And there you are - beautiful in scabs

Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers

I shout your name - I kick out in dreams

And here we are - the searchlight beams

The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty

The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells

And I still here - handsome in rags

A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity

Come to me angel, dont go to the showers

Beg, steal or borrow - now theres nothing left to take

Except eternity

And who will come - to flower our graves?

With us still here - covered with dust

Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority

Stay with me angel - dont get lost in history

Dont let all we suffered lose its meaning in the dark

That we call memory