Paroles
What's the point in building Avalon
If you can't be happy when it's done?
Who's in the race again?
Doesn't seem a long time since the last one
Wishing I could still make you happy
Torn apart somehow
Must be the waves we were carried on
Crashing on the shores of Avalon
Then grey-painted aeroplanes fly over
On their way to war (aeroplanes)
And I'm dialling in, I'm dialling out
There's darkness at the door (dialling out)
Then I overdo my dose and I don't even know I'm here anymore
It's just something that comes to us all
What's the point in painting Avalon
If you can't be present when it's done?
Who's in the vale again
Picking up the apples of Avalon?
Then grey-painted aeroplanes fly over
On their way to war (aeroplanes)
And I'm dialling in, I'm dialling out
But the glass is still half full (dialling out)
Then I overdo my dose and I don't even know I'm here anymore
It's just something that comes to us all
