Young Lions - 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