Gunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floor
And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for
Fire on the door as we wash up on the shore
The colours we have worn only left our nation torn
I hear it coming through the wall
Is that another rebel's call?
Lost out in a lover's squall,
And there won't be no right or wrong.
And we won't sing no victory song,
For a nation that was torn
In a lover's civil war
Gunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floor
And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for
Fire on the door as we wash up on the shore
The colours we have worn only left our nation torn
So is this grace's last stand?
And will I see your face again,
Or can we find no common land?
And through the windows that got blown,
Comes the thought of the unknown,
And was that six years coming past?
In the shrapnel of a blast
Gunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floor
And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for
Fire on the door as we wash up on the shore
The colours we have worn only left our nation torn
Drawing lines in the sand...
Has the ship sunk fast?
And was that six years coming past,
In the bullet and a blast
And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for
Fire on the door as we wash up on the shore
The colours we have worn only left our nation torn
I hear it coming through the wall
Is that another rebel's call?
Lost out in a lover's squall,
And there won't be no right or wrong.
And we won't sing no victory song,
For a nation that was torn
In a lover's civil war
Gunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floor
And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for
Fire on the door as we wash up on the shore
The colours we have worn only left our nation torn
So is this grace's last stand?
And will I see your face again,
Or can we find no common land?
And through the windows that got blown,
Comes the thought of the unknown,
And was that six years coming past?
In the shrapnel of a blast
Gunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floor
And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for
Fire on the door as we wash up on the shore
The colours we have worn only left our nation torn
Drawing lines in the sand...
Has the ship sunk fast?
And was that six years coming past,
In the bullet and a blast
Contributed by Alessandro - 2007/12/4 - 15:32
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