Eleanor ForteThe boats no longer coming inThe sun appearing once againThe quiet of an aching sin
It’s now our turn, we take the chanceAnd lock our eyes on ancient landsFirst the infinite expanseOh, and thank you in advance
The boats no longer coming inThe sun appearing once againThe quiet of an aching sin
It’s now our turn, we take the chanceAnd lock our eyes on ancient landsFirst the infinite expanseOh, and thank you in advance
In advance because we knowYou tried to hold us here
The jail you’ve made of a continentA hundred years are goneYou’re only wasting more
The boats no longer coming inThe sun appearing once againThe quiet of an aching sin
It’s now our turn, we take the chanceAnd lock our eyes on ancient landsFirst the infinite expanseOh, and thank you in advance
In advance because we knowYou tried to hold us here
The jail you’ve made of a continentA hundred years are goneA hundred years are gone