Frail Futures

Let's face some facts

Don't scream just yet, white knuckes grip to a watered down religion

We'd best hold back

What a week from packs, I'm trying but I just don't see it

It all seems so unreal when it's happening right in front of your eyes

Oh my God, it is the beginning of the end

It's poetry in motion

Once we start again

No-one will even notice

Throw me to the ocean

I lost my way

Lasting doubt

My fires out, don't believe for someone else's reasons

They see my hands

And they seize a chance to squeeze them shut and tell me they won't hold again

It all seems so unreal when it's happening right in front of your eyes

Oh my God, it is the beginning of the end

It's poetry in motion

Once we start again

No-one will even notice

Throw me to the ocean

I lost my way

I have dreamed of a deep blue sea

Five hundred hands reaching back at me

Who do I trust? With my bones all crushed

At the bottom of the ocean floor

Take me back

Oh my God, it is the beginning of the end

It's poetry in motion

Oh my God, it is the beginning of the end

It's poetry in motion

Once we start again

No-one will even notice

Throw me to the ocean

I lost my way