The Lost City Of Refuge - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

In history, your bluest grace

Falls apart, cascading down

Speak to me of beautiful hate

Of island chains swept with the tide

Tragedy ripening on

The coral leis of a conquering king

They’re swept away

Oh, but not lost

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Beneath the waves of trembling stars

The roads wind towards windward side

My soul is saved, I see city lights

My face is framed by the blanket of night

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Not lost, not lost

Not lost

Was I too proud to sat or to wish for

Words that I knew were forbidden?

'Cause I don’t want to know, I didn’t want to see

What I saw when I looked in the distance

In the distance

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Swept away

Oh, but not lost

Swept away

Oh, but not lost