Blind are the many proud are the few you can see the bombs bursting feel the heat but what can you do
It's a treacherous world and it's tried and it's true that these treacherous tides will carry us back to the blue
Pick up the pieces we'll start from scratch this ship of fools will need a mast Light up your lanterns lick the salt from your wounds and we'll sail 'til dawn my friends by the light of the moon
So many kings with their thrones up on high a stones throw from the masses who continue to cry it's a treacherous world and it's tried and it's true that these treacherous times will carry us back to the blue
Pick up the pieces we'll start from scratch this ship of fools will need a mast Light up your lanterns lick the salt from your wounds and we'll sail 'til dawn my friends by the light of the moon