A yearning distant bell tolls
The days like years they fly past
The days like years they fly past
In a misty blur of clock-driven tomorrows
We wake up each dawn to silence
When will this steadfast search for hope win?
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
We wonder where our fortunes lie
And ponder if death and Judgment awaits
When will this steadfast search for hope win?
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
We wonder where our fortunes lie
And ponder if death and Judgment awaits
What did the devil ever do right
Did he ever make this world a better place?
The deep blue sea roars its song to the skies
The deep blue sea roars its song to the skies
Airplanes float above soundlessly almost
The silence and the solitude achingly blows
Hope needs resilience to grow
Sometimes freedom is looking up and away
Blankets and dry land a hazy memory
Marooned on an ocean-locked steel island
Far from the cacophony of radio and telemetry
Heirs to a living Atlantis
Silhouettes flowing in the sunlight
Red lips and shiny eyes
Dancing in the roaring winds
Anne V
Anne V
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