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