歌词
In the madness, an island
Another lame animal
Defeating the odds with
A fistful of Avalon
The pages are angels
Narrating the downfall
The blood in the veins is all that we've ever known
If there's nothing above us
And nothing below us
And nothing between us
Then how do I get over there?
A failure, a savior
The fine arts of hanging on
Has whipped us to lift a life from the remnants
And we put it all together, oh
Born in the eye of the storm
Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow
Now burns so low?
We were boarding the tall ships
Eclipsing oblivion
Deciding it all sang
A whole new significance
It's made in the waiting
Afloat on a reservoir
It's born us to form a start from an ending
And we put it all together, oh
Born in the eye of the storm
Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow
Now burns so low?
Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow
Now burns so low?
